I get some pretty sideways looks when I tell people I'm writing a master's thesis on the poetry of parenthood. Don't get me wrong, occasionally someone thinks that's cool, though most of the time they send me stuff like this strip from Matthew Inman's hilarious webcomic The Oatmeal . Props though to Joan Kane for instead … Continue reading Poetry of Parenthood
Winter-Bare
Isn't every three year-old kid at least part dinosaur, even the giant leaf-eaters capable of a great roar? Winter beach flats, tide out, a break in the bleakness, rain longing to be slush or more dripping from everything but the sky at the moment. We are taking off our gloves, hold these Dad he orders, … Continue reading Winter-Bare
Twelve Chambered Heart
Want, wake, woke went, walk, where across, along, amble meadow, moraine, memory through, transect, triangulate. Walking, walk in- wanting, want in, into twelve-chambered heart, chain berg- chain saw- What the heart saw. What the twelve saw cut, into three, what the chain saw saw. Waking to two-cycle song, paring away ice from wanting hearts. Hearts … Continue reading Twelve Chambered Heart
