Wednesday, June 29, 2011

letters from my sons

dear mommy,

now that i'm six, i know that i want to run through
the waves in my spider man shoes. i don't care if
they still light up. i'm sure.

love, j.

dear mommy,

thank you for carrying me around the grocery store tonight.
four is the bestest number, but you made me feel
like your baby again. i like that.

love, b.

dear mommy,

in both my years, i've never met anyone i'd rather
look at than you. turn around! i want to kiss you!
please, mommy?

love, j.

(i wrote them to remind myself)

Sunday, June 26, 2011



light flickers on, door opens
floor creaks under heavy load

break rank
grasp ankle

oh, alright!
you can be the one to hang my new dress.

Monday, June 13, 2011

He comes

jostled awake,

wiping noses and
meeting teachers and
licking envelopes and
piling laundry and
stirring suppers and...

lonely for the girl,
rolling chalk between fingers,
i do not find the self portrait that i wanted.

i cry out,
"come to me,"

and He comes to me wrapped in
these little ones
and cries through them,

"love Me."

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

like sand

we play
in waves
and are small
like grains of sand
under swirling tide
of noonday sun
so bright
Your light
the thoughts
You think toward us
like grains of sand
they give us life
make us warm
and we smile
we play
in waves
and are small

Friday, June 3, 2011

mother's touch

the cool-smooth of tile under throbbing feet

the rumble of dishwasher caressing hands that hang down

the sweet dew of brow atop cartooned pillowcases

the mumble of love, the kiss of neck

this is a mother's touch,

my love

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

this is my life (for dan)

i hung with a librarian today;
she proctored my exam.

i took my mom out for lunch today;
i'll never stop owing her.

dialogued with the Artist of the Year; a philospher-king student-professor...
did you know modern-day medical students are taking Ritalin?

talked with a convicted felon today;
he's a pretty good guy *.

listened to a few maniacs today;
boy, do they have a lot to say.

my best buddy ** was hungry;
he ate one of the burgers my wife made.

my other best buddy feels sad;
he's borrowing my bike for the night.

cleaned an apartment with, golfed the links with,
fell asleep tucking in each of my boys.

kissed my wife today;
watched a movie on the couch together.

Blogger offered me three sign-in options:
"male", "female" or "other".

this is my life.

* here's another pretty good guy
** he's the convicted felon