The Guest Our situation isn’t quite square, the e dges don’t meet, there ___ gaps spreading we can’t fix, so we make-shift instead, try, make do…you know? But the shredded duct...Read More
A car alarm yanks me from sleep, because nobody is paying any attention to its yowling but me. I strain, listening toward the other bedrooms, worried that others have been bothered too and hear my son...Read More
There is a pulse in our days, sometimes shallow and hard to locate, sometimes rapid and staccato, sometimes strong and steady and sometimes out of rhythm…arrhythmic. I reach for, am calmed by,...Read More
Confession: (warning – moderate whining alert) I am intimidated by summer. I have been for quite a few years. For our family it means a seismic shift in the day to day routines. Routine is g...Read More
One of the things we promised ourselves we would do on the journey with Autism, is celebrate milestones. You may not know, or you may feel differently, but sometimes we find the high points challeng...Read More
I have been looking for a way that feels right to me to tell parts of our story. Writing poetry fits on the whole but one form I came across recently called ‘Haibun’ resonates with me. I...Read More
Maybe it’s because you’re paying attention. Maybe it’s because you’re suppose to pay attention. Every once in a while you just happen to be in the right place at the right ...Read More
Today is mother’s day — and so poem about a memory of being a mother in the first year that still connects to this year. There was a song sung by Susan Ashton titled ‘You Move Me...Read More
I don’t know the best way to end this challenge, but I felt like I wanted to somehow reprise the month. So I took lines from every (I think) poem I’ve written this month and rewor...Read More
Some poems just don’t have titles. But if it has a jumping off place, it is the flip side of ‘seize the day’ — it’s not being lazy it’s being slow and still enoug...Read More