30 Day Poetry Challenge

I love reading poetry.  When I read in poetry, I start thinking in poetry.  And this is always exciting.  Until I start speaking in poetry, and people start looking at me like I’m weird. About three years ago, I gave myself a challenge: to write and post an original poem a day for 30 days…

The Daily Turn #30: The First Day of Homeschool

Bringing life down to the abcs is likea fresh startwhere all questionsare not stupid questionsand you, the teacherare allowed to learnalong with the children.Today I stared at a long lime greenjumping bug that I have neverbefore in thirty-one years ofgoing outside ever seen.I examined the paper-thinflakes of mica that my daughterhad split and scattered along all the…

The Daily Turn #29: On any other day we would have been strangers

On any other day we would have been strangers,moving like slow ants along the same linefrom the grocery store door to the car.But today, in full heat and sweltering sunwe were thrust suddenlyinto great drops of unexpected rain,and we all became childrenrunning to carsumbrellaless,laughing as we passedon the street.

The Daily Turn #28: Paloma

Your marigold hair casts a red-orange glow on everything around you. You are honeycomb ginger and cinnamon, the sweetest and nicest of sugars and spice. I have never seen deeper pools of clear, clean water than in the bright blue worlds of your eyes. There is good earth there for growing beautiful things– wildflowers of every…

The Daily Turn #27: For Rosie, My First Child

Sometimes I hardly recognize you– like just now when you got up from your bed and came down the stairs, with your little sister trailing along behind, touched the hem of my skirt and said that this is one of your favorite skirts I have that actually it is your favorite and breathlessly announced that…

The Daily Turn #26: One of Those Days

Today would have been a good dayfor all the people who post commentsabout how they don’t know how I do it allto walk into my house–Trying to sleep in too late,barging around about nothing,dropping the broom to the floorwith a thud just becausesomebody wants to eat again.Seeing the world as a series ofmesses that have…

The Daily Turn #7: Human

After a long day ofrealizing I am human–Meeting and failing to meetneeds that rise likeGreat ocean wavesand fall and break andpull everything underwith a force that coulddrown you.How insignificant I seem,standing in their wake–looking out fromthe blistering shoreto where the golden horizondrops off the edge of the world.You could never swim there if you tried….

The Daily Turn #6: Scribble

Scribble Some thoughts can by typed with whole hands like hellos and how are yous the birth of a baby, the recipe for spice cake, the exchange of addresses, and the table of contents. Some thoughts can be typed with thumbs– abbreviations for you and tonight exclamations, commands NOW! HURRY!!! I’m here, plz call. But…

The Daily Turn #5: Grandma

Today is my Grandma’s birthday And also the anniversary of her death. As if she’d planned it– To live exactly 98 years and then Retire from this life And the weary work of wearing A failing body To do all the things she had missed: Traveling to new places, Visiting with childhood friends, Laughing with…

The Daily Turn #2: Photograph

More now Than maybe ever I am longing for hours. To scratch out ideas On brightly-colored paper With the sharpest-possible-point of pencil. And Thought, like a bird perched Ready to fly Somewhere he has never been: The dirt-bank edge of a glassy lake The shoulder of an ancient tree Uncut grass, ripe with wild violets…