Category Archives: Daily Offerings

Instructions on Not Giving Up More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate sky of Spring rains, it’s the … Continue reading →

Fugitive My life is running away with me; the two of us are in cahoots. I hold still while it paints dark circles under my eyes, streaks my hair gray, stuffs pillows under my dress. In each new room the … Continue reading →

How Do I Know When a Poem Is Finished? When you quietly close the door to a room the room is not finished. It is resting. Temporarily. Glad to be without you for a while. Now it is time to … Continue reading →

When Giving Is All We Have                                             One river gives                                            Its journey to the next. We give because someone gave to us. We give because nobody gave to us. We give because giving has changed us. We give because … Continue reading →

The Giver of Stars Hold your soul open for my welcoming. Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me With its clear and rippled coolness, That, loose-limbed and weary, I find rest, Outstretched upon your peace, as on a bed … Continue reading →

I Could Let You Go as if opening a crepe sail on a raft of linden downriver with no glacial cut swerve down soft like bourbon if I could ask the waters then to chop to shake an apology when … Continue reading →

Each year I snap the twig to try to trap the springing and I relearn the same lesson. You cannot make a keepsake of this season. Your heart’s not the source of that sort of sap, lacks what it takes … Continue reading →

Untitled [Places among the stars,] Places among the stars, Soft gardens near the sun, Keep your distant beauty; Shed no beams upon my weak heart. Since she is here In a place of blackness, Not your golden days Nor your … Continue reading →

Horses at Midnight Without a Moon Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But there’s music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with … Continue reading →

Sharks in the Rivers We’ll say unbelievable things to each other in the early morning – our blue coming up from our roots, our water rising in our extraordinary limbs. All night I dreamt of bonfires and burn piles and … Continue reading →