Wednesday, March 9, 2011


spending the day in bed , pipe cleaners and middle of the room naps
new math for the morning and a swedish affectation
these are a few of my favorite things

Sunday, February 20, 2011



from highschool

a grasping of leaves, a push
of wrists into mulch,
the petals revealed under a rotting log,
crumbling to peat and heady rubber mushrooms; their white caps turned up
we're shown these treasures, unabashed
at turning bugs out of their homes

and one day
we find a slime mould, a yellow vein
in the sharply clear stream, outside my window and in bed
it tells me that spring has arrived