train of thought she saw me first as we stood in among the apples though I wasn’t the one she was looking for or at her eyes went over my head to catch the train that chugs around Bishop’s Orchards she squealed like she knew everyone on board or like she was a passenger on…
handscape I’ve been staring at my palms like they were a writing prompt or a collection of coded runes the deep rutted roads that run like poorly planned highways across an aging desert of skin ancient river beds now run dry from days when dreams roamed these valleys like dinosaurs I’ve stared long enough to…
Because I went to the gym this morning, I saw the message on my dashboard that my car was due for servicing and I remembered to make an appointment when I got home. The Honda dealership had an opening this afternoon, as did I, so I told them I would be there around 2 o’clock….
It’s been a little over five weeks since Loretta came to live with us. Tomorrow (Monday, that is) will only be six weeks since Lila died, and we are still grieving Ella who died in late October. Even with the presence of both absences, Loretta is making room for herself with unabashed energy and affection….
The passage for my sermon this week is John 9:1-11, which is part of the story of Jesus healing a blind man. There are a lot of sermons to be found in this passage, but I got caught by the question the disciples asked: “Who sinned that this man should be born blind?” I hope…
tortilla sunset when I walked into the supermarket my dinner menu was still up in the air everything depended on whether or not they had Sweet Hawaiian tortillas I picked up two ripe avocados in an act of faith a couple of jalapeños too pushed the cart past the deli counter and turned towards the…
specifics the way you call to check on me the text that asks how are you the time you left a note the month you paid my bill when you emptied the trash while I was out of town the day you came to see me the night you drove me home when you picked…
I’m late on getting to this story, but I am assuming I am not the only one who learned about The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse while watching the Oscars last Sunday night. I loved it, even though they didn’t use an Oxford comma in the title. Over the past year or…
parking lot poetry I dress myself with rain make a hat of the clouds and a scarf of the wind a coat of many shadows I can see the stepping pools across the asphalt if I watch my step I can hit every one of the puddles I am a body of water walking on…
incidental contact we saw a beautiful purple house a woman and a man arranging plants she spoke with a smile in her words “I had all these plants in my house it was like a jungle” she said as we passed by never to see her again after my third trip shuttling the members of…