Category Archives: Daily Offerings
Speed Walking on August 31, 2013 Nothing much to report this morning as if anyone were waiting to hear, putting the day on hold like, just a few women jogging by, girls with their eyes lowered, and a few men, … Continue reading
Shadow-Bride
Shadow-Bride There was a man who dwelt alone, as day and night went past he sat as still as carven stone, and yet no shadow cast. The white owls perched upon his head beneath the winter moon; they wiped their … Continue reading
The Chameleon I caught a chameleon lizard in my backyard, and to please myself I moved him from a green leaf to a tree’s brown bark, then to my yellow porch where he froze in my hand, his eyes fixed … Continue reading
The Wisdom of the Geese The geese are displeased. They want to invent the snow. Each has swallowed a whole pitcher of light. Stuffed with brightness, they can hardly move. As they waddle through tall grass they drop feathers, quaint … Continue reading
Too Young to Know One day, my father chopped down The old apricot tree Which used to live in my parents backyard. My father deflected my anger at him With a look I heard Muddy Waters sing: Y’all too young … Continue reading
Tax Day Limericks
And now, it’s time for (nearly) everyone’s favorite, tax day limericks! For those of you with delicate sensibilities, or if you just plain dread the limericks; then please turn away now and tune back in tomorrow for our regularly scheduled … Continue reading
Wish
Wish In my dream, my car is an aquarium. I’m on the hood, prone, looking in, wondering how I could ever drive again. It’s evening, my interior lit with tropical fish & desire for a new life. I didn’t know … Continue reading
The New Moon
The New Moon Hold on to me. We will slip carefully carefully don’t tip it over into this canoe pale as birch bark and with the stars over our shoulders paddle down the dark river of the sky. Do not … Continue reading
Family Portrait
Family Portrait Before the picture man comes Mama and I spend the morning cleaning the family room. She hums Motown, doles out chores, a warning – He has no legs, she says. Don’t stare. I’m the first to the door … Continue reading
A Meeting
A Meeting In a dream I meet my dead friend. He has, I know, gone long and far, and yet he is the same for the dead or changeless. They grow no older. It is I who have changed, grown … Continue reading