The procedure was extremely eck! but now it's over. Which makes me happy. So here's a happy (er) poem and pic from the state fair.

Your Tenth Birthdayclamor, bells, ringing that ( Read more... )

The Stars are Yellow, Surrounded by Black

At 6am, I splay my tender feet
on cold pink tile, pretending

I can't remember your name. House
in the palm of my hand. Stink beetle

nestling in my ear, whispering, this
is the way we wash our hands. Skin ( Read more... )

I am almost recovered from the AWP fever or plague -- sniffles and a general feeling of discontent. Here it is:

Home Surgeryhe climbed into the sink, small fists in the tangle ( Read more... )

Every Child, a Happy Child

Dawn, bright as a needle in the eye. From the corner,
he asks me about the cats in the rocking chair. He asks

me if I can still walk, and how I got the hole above
my ear. I ask him if it's still Tuesday.  He asks me

if peanut butter, by itself, is a complete meal and I ask
him where he hid the jar of quarters. He asks if I ( Read more... )