Category Poetry

Work of the Lord

  A poem for my friend, Dave   Work of the Lord And the floor falls out from beneath you like you’ve been skating on ice, only you didn’t see the cracks. Fissures run from the crystalline, in between the pause of your breath. You don’t know the words but it may be that your […]


How Joy Works

      Perhaps you find joy in the way you find sunshine through branches of trees, softly, little bits at a time. And though you are a flower growing, constant light will burn your skin. So, you settle in rhythms of night and day, sun and shade. You thank the sky at dusk and […]

What’s The Point?

And so you find the point in the mundane. The aimless wanderings find roots, wrap around each other in unseen places. You can’t dig through the dirt for evidence without the risk of cutting through the tendrils. You move on trust, shake hands, smile at strangers, sip coffee with people you didn’t think would say […]

Grey Areas

Last Sunday night, a friend and I went to the Portland Poetry Slam. I have gone to this wonderful gathering only on a handful occasions, but it has always been enlivening and inspiring! I leave wanting to write all the poems. Poetry can be such a great format for the really raw sometimes not quite […]

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 […]

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 […]


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


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 […]