Category: poetry

Two logs – small stone

Two logs from
Different trees lay
Across each other
Above the pile of ash.
One blue flame,
One heat
Rising.


— part of the 2013 Mindful Writing Challenge on “Writing Our Way Home”

Five oatmeal bowls – small stone


Five oatmeal bowls in the sink;
Mushy grains floating.
Instead I eat Ezekiel bread;
Spouted grains toasted.
It’s true I’ve always been
So wildly different.

— part of the 2013 Mindful Writing Challenge on “Writing Our Way Home”

How Still – small stone

How still the house
Can be without
My son home:
I hear pages turning,
Socks sliding on
The hardwood, the
Gurgle of the baseboard
Heaters. These and also
Impatient jangling of
Nerves at once relieved,
Then shuddering with the
Call: hurry home!

I’m writing small stones as part of the January Mindful Writing Challenge. Please feel free to comment! And come read more small stones on Twitter.

Harness – small stone


I fly by you
On the way to pickup.

On a stranger’s
Lawn, you assemble yourself
Into a web of
Neon yellow straps–

The harness to
Hold you here on this earth,
Up there,
In the arms of
One phlegmatic tree.

I’m writing small stones as part of the January Mindful Writing Challenge. Feel free to join us.

Meltaway Island



Last bit of
Snow on that
Surreal green patch.

Sun’s out.

We all live on
Meltaway Island.

— part of the 2013 Mindful Writing Challenge on “Writing Our Way Home”