Legends tell of a people who are naturally organized; their homes are consistently neat and tidy. They have a designated place for all of their things. In these remarkable homes locating keys, phones, and that other shoe takes no time at all. I’ve seen these homes on TV and heard they exist in real life. In these homes all the rooms are clean at the same time. I’m a little jealous of these people.
Last night, in the silence of 1am I woke, as one does.
What you do with your middle of the night wakings is your mystery.
I can never get right back to sleep until
I’ve made my rounds to settle my mind.
During my wakeful 1 o’clock, my first stop was the bathroom;
someone needed to check it was still there. It was. Continue reading “Waking in the Night”
“You need to learn to relax,”
she says, as she works on my back
with hot rocks, and oil, and warm towels. Continue reading “The Doctor of Massage”
This small life in my hand, she unfurls from her small center.
She is readying to reach out in all directions; like, ripples
that uncurl across the surface of still water from a single stone. Continue reading “The Center Holds”
Some tangled problems
you leave behind
unsolved, unresolved Continue reading “Away from Lost”
Why does the fashion industry hate on women so much. I wish I knew because I’m down to one single pair of good-ish shorts and two pairs of paint-stained cut-offs. I’m looking for a few pairs of new shorts and, maybe a new pair of jeans. Right. Continue reading “Who Needs Pockets?”