I'm probably going to end up being haunted by the glowering ghost of Bach for this one, but then - how cool would that be? Ha!
today I would trade my squelchy shoes and sodden self for warm dogs and ticking radiators, steaming mugs of freshly brewed, nearly obscenely creamed coffee - there's even, I think, a donut on the kitchen counter with my name on it saying stay in! but … Continue reading squelchy Monday
a woman at work innocently asked and where's your other brother? even after ten years I often cannot bring myself to say he's dead so I said Minnesota instead, which I think he's probably laughing about wherever he is or isn't saying now that I … Continue reading counting the dead
by the roots, you say, but sometimes the roots are impossible to get at or they've spread immeasurable tendrils in countless directions so that even when pulled, pioneers still bust the sod and burst in yellow jeers at all my efforts may as well give … Continue reading weed philosophy
how must I look - this graying Botticelli who walks with crows in a constant spray of black cawings, a dark-feathered wind I would not dispel one is for Sorrow, two is for Mirth, and the bursting laughter of those first brought the flock that … Continue reading channeling the crazy crow woman
it's easy enough to say it's complicated and leave it at that truth is I've conjured enough complications to keep anyone at arm's length a definite divide to keep separate your skin from mine I never guessed you would simply lean over the fence © … Continue reading unforeseen complications
darn crow stole my lighter - my only one - and tossed it into the bushes! now bobbing head and ingratiating croons his desire for treats - the black-feathered cheek! - but for the next hour, I watch him tuck them carefully beneath stones, treats … Continue reading thief and begger