Airing the Husband   My mother aired her laundry. I air my husband. He sits in the dark, grumbles, gets dank and musty. Face transforms into old bark and burls. Lichen-covered, moss begins to grow on his north side. He schleps up the stairs. Watches…

like drowning the light holding you won’t hurt after you’ve given up the tentacle float of your body buoyant as moon-air after you surrender you wont be alone anymore don’t worry sarah alone is earth as grass is earth is just a blink then poof…

Hour 4: Getting Back to My Roots   In the beginning, we treated it like any other class coffee cups in hand. Snacks surreptitiously of to the side while we typed private messages alongside power point slides.   After the professor left, I waited a…

I love to write poems with images that sing with metaphors and similes and similar things. But today, my heads aches and my brain can’t compose; I need help writing poetry, not simply prose.   Is there some secret formula hidden from me that someone…

“The entire world is shining with things we cannot see.”                                                        Akiko Busch How To Disappear, p.3 Light left from the mysterious trajectories of my children. Threads coaxed from the moon’s edge. Sun breaths. The glittering confetti of birdsong and insect chatter. Chlorophyll smoke from…

 The difficulty I see is a world hardened and deaf  to our brother’s cries, oblivious to our neighbor’s suffering   when we hurl insults and caterwaul,   there is only noise   behind a platform we hide and  hurt one another   We can be better   The…

Dear Grandad Do I call you Grandad? Or Grandpa. Gramps? We never got to meet so we never got to clear that up. To be honest I’m not sure I like any of them. You do have a pretty distinctive first name though. Valentine Hennessy….

Her hands wove our lives With threads tenderly chosen from her heart Sometime spun with weary hands She made our world beautiful and our lives were covered like our beds with her offerings. We were warmed, we grew strong. We were homespun.

Saw the cone gnome fixing up a stop sign today and the mailman and a brown box truck but I ponder as a walked past the delivery van’s smile what keep us grinning while they take our cards up cuz the roads need upkeep and…

It would take too long to write to all of you Everyone I left behind as I was forced to move forward With each new place and each new life I met more of you I like to think that each of our friendships helped…