Our small eyes
Perchance Perhaps nothing begins or ends, not exactly. The field mouse knows the tall grass to be her world. We say morning comes, and yet it is always somewhere, just not in the very front…
To Sleep, Perchance to Wake and See the Stars
Bink does not sleep solidly through the night, ever. When she was younger it was especially challenging, because she'd wake up and need me to be right there with her, and she'd often be up…
MelindaFebruary 18, 2019
Love is a Rendering
Love is a Rendering Telling you how I love you is like trying to find things that haven’t been said about the ocean. My hands prefer to paint it— affection, water— sweeping, striped backgrounds,…
MelindaFebruary 14, 2019
Daisy Bell
I'm showing my age, and proudly, when I ask this—do you remember the sweet old song called Daisy Bell? "Daisy, Daisy, tell me your answer, do/ I'm half crazy all for the love of you..."…
MelindaFebruary 11, 2019
There’s no write time
BLOCKED This morning the mirrorcaught my eyes,and I locked gazewith the creature staring back at me, wondering, as I sometimes do,what would happenif I opted not to claim her. If I chose a different identitywould the…
MelindaFebruary 6, 2019
Dreamed some dreams
"A DREAM NOT INTERPRETED IS LIKE A LETTER NOT READ." -- The Talmud Last was a night of serial dreams, each building on the tangled mysteries of the one before. There was big sky, and…
MelindaJanuary 16, 2019
In praise of song
SONG STORIES You open your mouth and out pours a river carrying the rhythms of fluids— blood and lymph, tears, synovial. It is current, and source, keeper of…
MelindaJanuary 2, 2019
Receiving the darkness
The word solstice was born from the Latin sol ( sun) and sistere ( to stand still). Solstice, winter This darker interlude could be a meditation, a reckoning with the deceptive nature of time. The…
MelindaDecember 22, 2018
Morning is mostly a prayer
It's been over a month since I last posted here. The reasons are many, but I guess it all whittles down to this: not blogging begets not blogging. I'm here now, though, offering this poem…
MelindaDecember 20, 2018