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On Valentine’s Day & Half-Birthdays
It’s Valentine’s Day, and the person below is officially 12 & 1/2. This poem was written in celebration of him. the boy is all cheeks. he sits on a slope, fingering the grass along the edges of an...
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I’m Afraid
this morning the little things scared me i remembered i’m afraid of the dark and dirt under my fingernails stepping on thumbtacks and the windows of my car getting stuck in the down position or the up...
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Shecky the Meckyl & His Technicolor Groove: My Attempt At Writing a Self-Help...
Image via Wikipedia When my son was in 5th grade, he went through a rough patch socially. We had moved to a new house – which meant a new school for him, and there was one douche-bag boy in particular...
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Puddle Wonderful
To see the original photo, click on the image! Last week I wrote a piece “On Sons & Thunderstorms.” Several people commented that they liked the line “puddling with joy.” That made me smile because...
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The Piano Lesson
She was comfortable at the piano playing for yellow palomino manes for rains and the wet-kiss of storm, for doughy clouds which gather, become houses and horses, and are dispersed again. She kept her...
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Gentle Awakening
Photo by RASJacobson, 2012 • • • The first time I died was in the hands of a good friend. I’d been bragging about my new car, slick and black as blood while she stood tall as redwood, a queen in an...
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Childhood: Learning The Game
Photo from colodio’s photostream via Flickr Sitting circle, waiting for his hand to duck-duck-goose-me knowing that he might but there are soooo many heads between us soooo many heads to tap soooo many...
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An Unconventional List of My Transgressions
Once I shared my fears with you and you supported me. As I move toward Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement, I thought I would share a list of my transgressions. I know many of you think of me as...
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Adolescence: Learning Shame
One of the many life-like sculptures created by John De Andrea I hadn’t wanted to go. Parents pulled me from ants and pebbles, the solidity of bark, leaf and wall to hear breathing statues, the silence...
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The First Taste
We started with childhood innocence and then we moved to adolescent shame. Now we are getting a little more mature. Since everyone is getting all Halloweenishy, I figured I would, too. So picture two...
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