Tuesday, January 31, 2012


Close the door
Slowly step
Through the dark
Past the bookcase
To the bed

Retire your socks
Leave your clothes
Behind in a little bundle
By the foot of the bed

Scootch the blanket
& fold it around you
Lying between the edge & me
I can feel your body retire
Your feet & legs sigh
Your arms finding home for the night

I can sense the clouds over your eyes
Pulling you away to dreams
& feel your final shake
Into sleep

Friday, January 27, 2012

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Monday, January 23, 2012

Trusting in the letter N

I put my hope & faith
Into the moment, one of
Them will take my hand and lead me across the room
& proudly show me
Their first unprompted, unpracticed letter N.

Sunday, January 22, 2012


While cruising my books
For some weekly recipes
I stumbled upon helpful household hints....


Wednesday, January 18, 2012


The day was managed.
Dinner cooked,
Projects completed,
Library books returned,
Skates donned & used,
Cookies bakes,
Yoga achieved.

It was full & manageable
& I wish that I could feel like this tomorrow, too
& the next day.

Knowing that I can get through the day & breathed
Thinking, I didn't do to bad today, nothing to shame or regret.
It was goodness & I was in it
With heart full.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Excuse me....

But do you have this dress in my size?

My baby loves her babies

After 2 boys
It warms my heart
To see her tote her babies
And rock them
& sing to them in
Her preverbal babble.

Today she showed me her belly
& said baby
Then pointed to mine & said baby

And I said yes
That's where babies grow.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

his shoes

It's the fifth day at home
Each one has spent time with
The stomach flu...
& now we are down to the almost better bickering.

I am yearning for the outside
to walk in his shoes
Just for today
Watch the snow pile on the trees
Brace myself against the wind
& have some space on my own.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012


Unlock my feet, my hand
Who high tails it in the wind
Unfurl my womb upon the rocks
Mark it
Here among the rose colored granite chasms
That I too carefully walked

Baby in the room

Monday, January 09, 2012


After a rough night & morning
I put him to soak
In a bubble bath in the middle of the day
Wrapped him in his favorite xlarge green towel
Gently combed his hair
Tucked him in on the couch
Placed his ginger ale beside him to slowly sip

He said thank you, for being so nice to me.
My heart fell right out there on
The floor by the couch.
Next to the sick pot.

I told him that's what Mama's do. Hugged him
& picked up my heart
Placed it next to him
And went to start the mountain of wash.

Saturday, January 07, 2012

Walking & Talking

-Portland First Friday Art Walk
The Art Department, Congress St.

We walked on the slippery bricks,
Filed in & out of galleries and spaces
Melded with the hip
Laughed it all out
& took in what was good...
A gnarly garnet,
An owl in a bowl
A single page in interpretation

It felt good to be seeing
Not containing my little folk
Not wondering each moment where they are,
But in the world
On my own
Walking & talking

Friday, January 06, 2012

This Moment

I want to hold onto this one for as long as I can.

Thursday, January 05, 2012

Day in 3 parts

Quiet table, how I admire you.

Lunch with friend, how I needed you.

Photo shoot with bus on the eastern prom, how I enjoyed you.

Wednesday, January 04, 2012


In my last home, the kitchen's cheap linoleum tiles were pealed and cracked. The broken bits revealed an unattractive subfloor.
I tried to spruce it up. I hung a little shelf above the sink on the wall, to see some of my favorite treasures placed there, rather than the blank space wedged between tge cabinets. I put plants in the low window sills. I hung pink Swiss dots curtains on the extra long windows. But for all my trying, it was missing something. It did not feel like home.

I spend much of my day in the kitchen. Between preparing meals, cleaning up and escaping in there for a breather from the fray of the winter living area (it's a mass of pillows, cardboard, play food, cars, zoobs, blankets, crayons & all manner of odds & ends) most of my time is in that space.

With gratitude I can say I love my kitchen. It needs a bit of paint, but the window over looks a crab apple tree. Where I've heard told it baths the room pink in the spring. It's cabinets are large, & many. I spend my time listening to programming on local community radio, dancing when the children come to visit on the soft warm wood floors. Our current favorite tune, Tellow Submarine. We read books while eating our breakfast around the old enamel topped table. There is a place on the wall to hang my apron. A drawer for my linens. An old stove that although electric, is still welcoming. It feels enough like home to want to resize those pink Swiss dot curtains.

Tuesday, January 03, 2012


Sought solace in a ride this afternoon with a friend. We ended up at the beach & watched the children unfurl out onto the rocks. Scanning tidal pools, identifying periwinkles & barnacles. Sheltered by the cove, in this January air they lasted. We watched the sun recede, warmed the children when they returned & headed home.

Monday, January 02, 2012


In between the push & pull of the morrow
I found the buffer.

-tookies bridge, backbay, Portland


New Year

What we had to loose
Was sent by stone into the
Bottom of the sea

& what we called
To our lives
Was in the air around us
In our every breath
Pulling it in
Moment by moment
Becoming palpable, enriching
Ever changing