January 11, 2015
December 28, 2014
You’re not the only piece of patchwork birds can pull worms from.
Photo by Brent Stirton
December 27, 2014
Even good hearts know
how to turn bad touch and genocide into clichés
just to make room for more comfort.
December 26, 2014
I choose to politely ask myself to step aside if I am in my own way.
If I do not get out of my own way
I choose to call a friend who will have me removed.
December 20, 2014
This is a nonfiction account of a relay race to the light.
I don’t claim to be properly cross-referenced beyond the self-indulgence or noble aspirations but I have a good feeling I’m on the right track.
I am still very much unfolding from a memory of ransacked truths.
I can fit any word into my mouth and speak it clearly.
At some point I have eaten most of them.
December 19, 2014
Last night I moved into my new Holland home for three weeks.
It’s from the 1400’s.
There’s a river and a Christmas tree.
It’s five+ stories to myself.
I haven’t explored the fifth floor because I didn’t find it until 4am and, well….
I did find this new little friend in a nest with tiny eggs in its hand
behind a wee door downstairs.
I’m waiting for a 7-year-old friend in Michigan to name it.
Jon (Danielle Plunkett), what we gonna name it?
Igford? Grizzly? Burrito? Tank?