Morning music Birds rapping Flip flops flapping Wake up sweating These are the days I dreamed about All winter I love summer Trees packed to the gills with leaves and fruit Gardens bursting and heavy Green so fat it obscures my view I love summer Sip a tall glass of water With ice And a […]
The red watermelon fruit The lettuce, limes and cucumber Look beautiful All gathered together And saying goodbye Against a backdrop of Yellows and oranges leaves Leaning in the cool breeze As summer meets fall — About the poem: Well, that watermelon has been sitting there for a few days now so it was ready. I […]
The shade dapples black and white The dappled dog and iced coffee wait It’s time to do nothing At the cafe On this summer day
Drag out the yellowed foam pads Eggcarton shape, unwieldy And sleeping bags Brown and green outside With ducks and cattail print flannel inside Zip the sleeping bags together To make room for two or three kids Arrange and rearrange Endlessly change The layout On the green artifical turf Night fall Watch the stars And the […]
Let me wear this day This life Like a summer dress The one that I throw on over a swimsuit Looking all fresh and playful The one I can wear to work Showing up tanned and ready The one I can wear to a picnic Tucking my legs up in it The one I can […]
The ship accepts my gasping dream Ten hours at sea Ferry me The breeze greets my broken heart Sea air delivery Ferry me The night sky meets my weary eyes Timeless and forgiving Ferry me — About the poem: I rode the overnight ferry from Samcheonpo to Jeju-do, here in South Korea. Nature is a […]
Pedaling my bike Sailing through pools of street light Flying through the night — About the poem: What freedom! Do you know when I lived in Saudi Arabia, riding my bike was the biggest thing I missed? Now, riding my bike around town on summer nights …flying like a crazy witch on a broom. Great!
Our family was not one that did the nightly bath ritual for kids. How could you with eight kids? Instead we had some combination of Saturday night baths, or a few-minute-morning shower snuck into the queue in one of the two bathrooms, and something my mom called (and I hated the term) spit baths. And […]