A Happiness Collection
I once bought a silly, realistic-looking, plastic rooster. I thought it would be funny to set it by the front door of our new house. As people visited, they obviously noticed the rooster. And thought that it meant I had…
Kelli Anna
Heavy Weather
I like the way themorning air has weightto give substance to the day. I like the way treesdon’t believe in fences. I like the way blackberriesfall and get crushed under foot,staining the sidewalk. And how they just don’t care. I…
45.
Forty-five came in on a sunbeamand a summer breeze,seeping in like the heat of theninety degree day.I awoke to see it standing there,watching me sleep.I had been expecting it, but Iwas still surprisedby its quiet arrival. Startledto see it had…
Salt Water
I keep salt waterin a jar on mykitchen shelf,for days whenI can’t facemy days. I take down the jar andgently tilt the waterback and forth,letting the capturedwaves hypnotiseme until I’m lost ina timeless sea. Far away fromthis broken morning,far away…
Sestina in Black
At night, we stare into the black,ponder the position of the stars,meditate on matters of faith,and compose soaring balladsof thanks for our blessings.Throwing our worries to the wind. With the rising of the wind,we look deeper into the midnight black,and…
Spring Returns
The promise of spring returns on these gentle wings. We spend most of our time living in suburbia, but most weekends we escape to our cabin in the woods. More small house than cabin, the best feature is it sits…
Unyielding
You want to write meinto your lines,but I refuse to rhyme. You want to mold meout of clay,but I will not yield. You want to sketch mein thick, charcoal strokes,but my form remains elusive. You are a perfectionist,but I am…
Metamorphosis
I am hanging by a thread –outside, a solid shellformed against the world. Inside –inside I am liquid. I am everchanging.I am rearranging. I am suspended in afluid, in-between stateof not this, not yet that. Complete breakdown.Complete withdrawal. Desperately hoping…
Grey Wool Days
Beneath the fogof sleepless nights,I wake togrey morningaftergrey morningaftergrey morning. The lack of sunlightand color dulls my vision.The hum of alternativefacts dulls my mind.The very act ofgetting out of bedfeels brave in thisnew world whereevery news cycleseems to come withheavy…
January Moon
The winter air is too thin andthe January moon shines too brightly.I will stay inside to tend the hearth,to warm myself by the fire,to protect myself from the cold. For the January moon shines too brightlyand it may reveal the…