Liminal: a poem for lent

I got up early  To watch the sun rise Grounding practice Will these dry bones live? I write Because I have to I wake Because sleep won’t come The pain is fierce A reminder: the body keeps the score What is hope? What about all the ashes? What about now  When you are the oneContinue reading “Liminal: a poem for lent”


Ordinary Morning…

Alarm clock buzz Feet into slippers Heat the water Grind the beans Socks for one Hairbrush for the other Lunches and water bottles Reading minutes logged Sunrise fills the kitchen Kettle whistles Breakfast served Dress for work and school Shoes and coats Backpacks and tote bags Hugs and kisses Seatbelts and car door slams ReverseContinue reading “Ordinary Morning…”