beauty

under construction

i’m five days into a kitchen remodel and the flowers are dying outside. the air is cold and i don’t have a stove, but still the light is coming through the windows. a friend drove all the way from england yesterday and i feel like i’m […]

pop music and the teenage soul

this thing keeps happening as my 13 year old daughter listens to pop music.  it takes me by surprise.  maybe it’s the scientific algorithms or maybe not. mazzy will play another teen anthem about taking life and love by storm and somewhere a few bars […]

where is god?

i’m opening the clasp between four fingers, just at the tips.  it is delicate work putting on a necklace.  silver on the very edge of nail and then it’s behind my back and in my mind’s eye where this smallest loop is waiting. it comes […]

it’s right before you

it is as though leaves on trees are saying, ‘i love you.’ that the sunlight on your path says, ‘you are cared for.’ this world has been made for living in; a place formed in love for those who see the sun these few years. it […]

when it doesn’t snow

i’m walking across the wooden floor and grime comes with me.  there is dirt under my red slippers.  boots, kicked off on a towel also dirty, lay on their side with mud caked on. there is no snow to play in this year. no soft […]

and then he took the cup saying

a bee fell into my wine mug. i went to take a drink and there he was set to drown. i grabbed a twig, stuck it in and expert that he is, he climbed his way out along it and soon found himself in the […]

kicking through the ladybugs

our first day in ohio hundreds of ladybugs swarmed the front porch. they landed on each ledge and all five metal chairs.  they swung on the porch swing. and then they died. i crunched out onto the porch to be in a quiet place.  the […]

ode to scott cairns’ ‘hesychasterion’

when i make our bed i will take a leafy branch and with it, smooth the sheets of softest green, down to wait until the day dims and we find one another again. when this daughter finds me writing in the shifting shadows on my […]

i don’t know if there are harps in heaven

when winter was done, truly over, i noticed that i had an odd reaction to the signs of summer. every budding summer tree made me see autumn.  after freezing pipes and days we couldn’t step out the front door, the sight of the progression back […]

all to reveal a secret we can’t hide

  during communal prayer at church, anyone can say anything.  i’ve heard mothers weep for children and homeless men go off on political rants. last sunday i had a prayer in my throat. but i think and rethink.  i wonder how i’ll say it.  i’m […]