Posts Tagged ‘home


Hormone Imbalance?

My hands bear the marks of my attempts at domesticity:
See where I removed a chunk of thumb, peeling potatoes at 8?
My left index finger warns against slicing cheese in a moving car.
I’ve safely run with scissors; poking a hole with them left this.
Showiest of all is just above my right wrist on the back of the hand.
Yes, I was changing a tire but that’s not what caused the injury.
Not directly anyway.
See, I’d put a sandwich in my oven to heat while I worked on the tire.
Halfway through, I ran up to take it out.
I must have been a little distracted.
That’s the only reason I can imagine that I didn’t notice
I was burning the back of my hand
Against the top inside part of the oven
As I reached in to get the sandwich.
A new cooking scar- this one white and raised- got added to my collection;
From the actual tire changing? Not even a scraped knuckle.
I guess some girls just aren’t meant to live indoors.


Yep. That’s The Plan.

Go home, have a nap
Then go to Thelma Lou’s for
TV. Think I will.


Winter Afternoon

The yellow schoolbus disappears, reappearing
above a clump of evergreens as it labors
uphill to deliver its passengers to their homes,
homes warmed by the smell of roasting meat, carrots, potatoes,
Noble firs, gingerbread cookies, coffee brewing, fires crackling at the hearth.
Silver plumes of smoke rise from the chimneys on the hillside
Then join the steely storm clouds bringing snow.


Flush With Contentment

If those who sprinkle when they tinkle
Would be real sweet and wipe the seat
That’d be great.
Some days though…
I’m happy if they just remember to flush.


Two Hands + A Map= Find A Clue

After dinner he turned to me and said,
“My motorcycle trip with Brad was a
Success. It’s great to hit the road, throttle
The bike open, and let your problems go.
It’s good to spend time with someone you like.
So many things surprised me this week:
I hadn’t expected the land to be
So beautiful but the nighttime desert
Shimmers; morning makes the canyon rocks glow.
Biggest surprise for me though was coming home
And discovering I actually missed you.”


A Protest Poem For Anna

A felted, hand-crocheted cozy snuggles my Starbucks cup.
Does this make the product less corporate?
Save the indies from being bought up?

The yarn is smooth as cream in my hand as I take another sip
Of a drink worth what the barista earns per hour
Minus tip.

So in this season of parties and gifts
Though no one wants to feel alone;
Remember sometimes revolution- like charity- starts at home.
Yes, wean yourself from the Big Green Mother
And soothe your jones at home.



Find a house and make it your own,
Adding the things that make it right:
Skylights so the sun shines down,
Filling rooms with morning light.
Hyacinths, Tiger Lilies too
Plant lots of them because for you
Seeing their beauty’s the greater part
Of the joy that always fills your heart
When another day ends and you’re home.