She says her heart is a garden when she talks about it Large, flowing, growing, And I love it when she does. But I know, too, that her garden-heart has had a period of California-large drought Followed by reckless hooligans who ripped and kicked all the plants And some slimy salesmen who sold her weedContinueContinue reading “Small winter poem 6 | She of the garden-heart”
Category Archives: Fanciful
Small winter poem 5 | Paintbrush
I keep my paintbrushes in a plastic box In a drawer In the corner Of the basement. There are maybe 40 brushes in the box Remnants from classes Workshops from my childhood Mixed together now. I don’t paint very regularly Maybe a gift here and there Mostly I take the box When a group projectContinueContinue reading “Small winter poem 5 | Paintbrush”
Small Winter Poem 4 | Favorites
How good are woolen socks, though? Woolen socks Ice designs swirled onto frozen glass New workouts I test in order to stay focused, clear, strong Tea held both-hands in mugs Evenings in the warm, lit kitchen with friends all around Reminiscing about the memories made in the warmer months, all the while planning for newContinueContinue reading “Small Winter Poem 4 | Favorites”
Small winter poem 3 | Once upon a waltz
Maybe it’s just me But does anyone else Relate specific songs to specific people? Maybe it’s just because I dance But when certain songs play …on the web …at wedding receptions …over PA systems I think about the pilgrims Whose paths Have crossed mine Face/ places/ spaces of blurred memories overlapping. Today I was inContinueContinue reading “Small winter poem 3 | Once upon a waltz”
Small winter poem 2 | Escape
Someone tell me the nearest place where the sun shines so I can drive there, pull a folded camping chair from my trunk and sit . . . with my face . . . to the sun . . . until my skin burns and peels and my veins know vitamin D in them onceContinueContinue reading “Small winter poem 2 | Escape”
Small winter poem 1 | Morning whale
I was driving to work this morning Eating oatmeal. I do this all the time, inexplicably, Even if I have enough time to sit at the table and eat. On some unconscious level, I’d rather balance the white corningware In the passenger seat, a partner in the morning’s commute. Today I had filled the bowlContinueContinue reading “Small winter poem 1 | Morning whale”
mine
These are my people. And that is my river. Actually, that River is Detroit’s. And those people belong to God. But, He shares them with me. Like last week. When we all gathered and walked through the blessed space that is Belle Isle, an island close to the banks of America and Canada both, andContinueContinue reading “mine”
TBH
I’m still learning. And I tell myself that all the time. “You’re still learning, Nell, it’s a learning curve and you’re still on it.” Enter December. So, I have family members who work for industry in general. And I see things wind down for the holidays. Note this: not in church world. NOT. IN. CHURCH.ContinueContinue reading “TBH”
I just bought four and a half yards of material
Because my fam hosts a dance in like a week and a half (link because: you’re invited) and you know what? I’m down for that challenge. Why accomplish anything unless you have tight deadlines, right? Jesus help us. I went to one fabric store earlier this week. The stuff was okay, but not great. SoContinueContinue reading “I just bought four and a half yards of material”
Synod Report. Part 3.
I was sitting at a table at the Synod when once of the members mentioned it. Mind you, I had neither vote nor voice at the Synod. Rather, I had a notebook and a couple of pens. I was charged with taking notes at a table. “There is a fallacy in today’s culture that oneContinueContinue reading “Synod Report. Part 3.”
Seashell Nell 