Category Poetry

Things I Do When I Should Be Doing Something Else

Sometimes when I am avoiding journaling my thoughts and feelings, I decide it sounds like a fun time to read through old journal entries rather than write new ones. I also do things like deep clean my bathroom or alphabetically catalog my bookshelves, you know, useful procrastination aids like that . . . It was […]

The Equation of Time

Last week I learned about sundials, about the curve of the earth and the limits of my mind to comprehend the invisible. I am in a season of reconsidering what is worth considering worthwhile: what is simply urgent rather than essential. I spent half a day mesmerized by how time passes so slowly and then […]

I Don’t Even Know Your Name

Your hands shaped the way I see myself, directed the dreams I dream at night, created the pictures I see in the shadows when I should be sleeping. I am furiously and frantically enraged, but I don’t know where to direct it: I don’t even know your name. I don’t know how to grieve that […]

Twenty-Four Hours

There is something unique to struggle that it can be at once a great bridge between people when solidarity is found in relating through similar hardships, but on the other extreme can make you feel terribly alone despite being surrounded and loved. There is such an individual nature to each of our particular sufferings, that […]

Daybreak

                                                                                   Photo by JJ Harrison, via Wikimedia Commons Morning sloughs off my shoulders: a rough […]

Heartless

Photo by Jess Mann via Wikimedia Commons Shut tight, solid steel vault door, only no one knows the access codes. And you’re a maze even to yourself. It’s amazing how distant you can be, when all I am offering is love. It’s true, I’m sorry, my heart is like a diamond turning back to coal. […]

Maybe Love and Thank You Mean the Same Thing

                                  I wish I could write you a love poem. Write the lines like I hear in old folk songs: the kind that slow your heart just a beat or two, and fill your core with a hint of […]