Hmmm. I thought I put me down right there
Here is Where All day the wind blew the trees against the house, and my old ears heard the hearty breeze as a roaring river, the kind that swells in spring, the kind that swallows…
Dear Future Roadmaker
It's still April, still Autism Awareness month. I'm thinking, as I so often do, of all the people I have met on my journey of raising a daughter with special needs. There have been some…
MelindaApril 15, 2019
Our small eyes
Perchance Perhaps nothing begins or ends, not exactly. The field mouse knows the tall grass to be her world. We say morning comes, and yet it is always somewhere, just not in the very front…
MelindaMarch 11, 2019
Love is a Rendering
Love is a Rendering Telling you how I love you is like trying to find things that haven’t been said about the ocean. My hands prefer to paint it— affection, water— sweeping, striped backgrounds,…
MelindaFebruary 14, 2019
In praise of song
SONG STORIES You open your mouth and out pours a river carrying the rhythms of fluids— blood and lymph, tears, synovial. It is current, and source, keeper of…
MelindaJanuary 2, 2019
Receiving the darkness
The word solstice was born from the Latin sol ( sun) and sistere ( to stand still). Solstice, winter This darker interlude could be a meditation, a reckoning with the deceptive nature of time. The…
MelindaDecember 22, 2018
Morning is mostly a prayer
It's been over a month since I last posted here. The reasons are many, but I guess it all whittles down to this: not blogging begets not blogging. I'm here now, though, offering this poem…
MelindaDecember 20, 2018
The Meaning of Compassion
The Kuan Yin She keeps watch in the warm corner of my bedroom, her bearing almost more regal for the rivers of cracks and generous chips that mark her faded turquoise. Her right hand, the…
MelindaNovember 5, 2018