back from a bruise

SomethingAnewFrom blackFrom blueThe faintest pinkOf flesh bloomingLike the firstOf my irisesLike the lastOf my dahlias So softA hueAn almostTranslucentVulnerableSubject to Like the soft spotOn a newborn’s skullPulsingWith a heartbeatJust beneathSunken surface FragileAs seedlings on the sillChinaOn the top rackA chicken’s neckThe human ego EarthyLike vetiverRootyAmassedDeeper thanIt is highIt grows The newFrom the oldIt can all … Continue reading back from a bruise

any given day

These days can bleed together like a red towel in a load of whites. I’m not even sure of the actual date most days and sometimes feel as if I’ve lived two in one. Other times it seems an hour can mysteriously disappear like homework, or anything else we can’t seem (don’t want) to keep … Continue reading any given day


I’ve been considering many a thing lately. Things well beyond the pay grade of my understanding and things I’ve probably overlearned in my efforts to. Have you ever over-learned something all the way to square one? My most obvious example (besides smoking myself sober, but that’s only relatable to the heathens) is when I learned … Continue reading because


When I was seven years-old I scribbled on an “about me” class assignment that I wanted to be a lyricist. I’m not quite sure where I learned of that word or who I had spoken to to even discover such a thing, but I wrote it in my faux cursive and it felt true. Felt … Continue reading Someone

There are pumpkins turning orange in the garden overflow. It was a volunteer from the compost that I decided to entertain. Here we are moving into the hottest part of summer and I have the promise of fall growing wild, and I do mean wild. Pumpkins are monstrous plants. I can’t touch the vine with … Continue reading

Summer is yawning over me with its hot breath. Naturally, I yawn right back, true to the phenomenon. I slow as the temperature rises. Not my schedule or demands, sadly, but my energy. My inspiration. Can’t tell you what a cool breeze does for me. I’m a lot like the cucumbers that wilt at high … Continue reading

It’s been a mostly kind summer so far. I know it won’t last, though. This week’s humidity is just a foretaste. I’ve known this so I’ve made the most of the cool mornings and nights. Plenty of hammock hangs and standing in the breeze, letting it whip my hair. Been somewhat intentional to be still … Continue reading

trap crop

When I was a little girl I once dug a huge hole in the backyard in hopes of reaching hell. In my child-mind I thought I could dig my way to the problem (which was clearly at the center of the earth) and once there, punch it square in the face. True story. I had … Continue reading trap crop

redo and re-entry

We tore out the old chicken run this weekend. Having lost two flocks of birds to stray dogs is enough reason for that. It’ll be a walk-in run when we’re finished with it—more convenient and secure. I scaled the shed to yank the wisteria that had climbed into the black walnut tree and then peeled … Continue reading redo and re-entry