discovery

grief biscuits I saw the leftovers when I opened the fridge two baked sweet potatoes missed or ignored but not yet past their usefulness so I made some biscuits because I needed to make something of today in the face of war and the hunger of dead friends you can’t make a biscuit without getting…

light matters I stopped at the sink to rinse out my coffee cup at the very instant that the rising sun shot anticipatory flames of color from below the horizon, igniting the clouds with incendiary hope for just a minute . . . . Before I could call you to the window the fire had…

wandering holy week is slipping by (so are a lot of things) and I wonder how it felt that first time around looking for donkeys and then washing coats setting up the upper room holy errands, yes, but still things to get done . . . by the time they finally sat down for dinner…

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…