I’ve been reading the book of Lamentations. It’s so beautiful that I tried writing an English prayer in the same structure, just for fun.
Prepared with love for him at dinner’s end, an unannounced surprise made carefully into a luscious circle of fresh crimped crust…
Held in warmth and darkness, the embryos await the light
Grow whole and plump out of the broken
Push their rumpled heads out of the night
Watermelon, fireworks, new barbecue sauce, a child’s wagon, homegrown tomatoes, rose petals Day lilies, cantaloupe, orange dream on a stick, campfire coals, a shocking sunset, ripe peaches Sunlight on my skin, black-eyed susan, sea shells, the heart of a daisy, full moon, buttered cobs of corn Fresh mown lawn, leaves making merry, mossy rocks by […]
It is impossible not to finish something If you keep plugging away at it. This is what I tell myself When my projects look overwhelming. On the other hand, I suppose it is impossible To finish something If you keep plugging away at it. So it would appear That the better part of […]
There are human experiences that find relief only in the writing of extremely tacky poetry – the kind that Uncle Joe would read aloud at his great-niece’s wedding, laboring under the impression that he has produced something clever while everyone else ate cake. (“Her mother and father did her adore, Little knowing what lay in […]