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 #25: This Pencil

No matter how muchI shake this pencil,I can’t get the wordsto come out.I will take it backto the store first thingin the morning.But tonight,I am just going to sleep.

The Daily Turn #24: The Space Between

there’s always this moment,laying in bedseventy-five percent awake and twenty-five percentstuck in dream,where you are starting to realizeyou are alive–you have a name and a faceand a family,and this is a particularday of the weekin which you have a specific list ofthings to do.It only takes a split-secondfor all this informationto come flooding backinto the brainthat has…

The Daily Turn #22: Love Song for a Little Boy

Your eyes are approximatelysix inches from mine.They are deeply-set,sincere brown,and smiling.You are two years old–a little wild animal–and in this moment,looking into your small faceI am grateful to be aliveand to know you.To watch,day by daythe animation that makes your little body go.In my heartyou are always findingnew doors.You open up roomsthat I didn’t know were there,flooding…

The Daily Turn #20: I Have Tried So Many Times To Memorize Your Face

I have triedso many timesto memorize your face.But loving you, I have learnedthat in one facethere are a thousand faces–Revealed,one by one,by light and shadow,the changing colorsof a thousand days.The impressions of joyand sorrow are markedby lines that lift and pull.There is the nuance of eyebrowand the deepening groovesof a lifetime of questionsanswered and unanswered.There is passion…

The Daily Turn #18: {The Song of My Daughter}

The woman who scanned my groceries in the checkout line felt compelled to tell me (in the two minutes that she held my undivided attention) that she would never bring children into this world. She had watched the news too much, and it was only going to get worse. I wouldn’t want my kids to…