Double Life

Laundry stuffed into the basket of words in my brain
must sustain this strange love
for creation, innovation
can't stop
made time
in between
the child 
and the vacuum cleaner
because
of my own humanity
and him and her
next to me

Want

A woman steals a fistful of jewels that make her fingers bleed.
Another pulls the baby from the tummy
of another,
extracting her happy
with her sweaty fist.
an expedition on foot
through ancient cities while
another says goodbye
She watches and grabs the hair for the ponytail, her wrinkled fingers red. Her heart is in a hot air balloon
far away from
the light
that knew
the
dust.

Morning Exercise

Legs that I remember are vine-like make their
way through the bushes.
Stroke one and another stroke
Built like a tank, I know.
Finding solace in my tank
Another fat molecule
Another piece of cake
I hike
I hike

My First Blog Post

I listen to conversations: I hear about the boastful professor's discoveries or the woman who has gone through a divorce. I am fascinated by movement: the raindrops like snails making their way across the window in the car, or the musician carrying his instrument in the airport. I must write it down if it feels like a mosquito bite that I have to scratch. I am starting this blog to show you the starting place for a lot of writers: that thing we must write down. It will be like getting a look inside my journal. Not surprisingly, this will be scary for me. Some of it will be poetry, some of it story, and some of it thoughts. I am a Christian so my faith will often be woven into my writing. I hope you enjoy reading this blog. My first entry is below:

The chorus sang behind me.

Their voices are barren tunnels.

You pour the drink till there is a holy pool in your liver.

Hallelujah to no king, you say.

Instead it’s a quick aahhh...

Just another dollar to go there…

That’s enough for it all to feel like thorns – a daring act.