They chopped it down. Moving throughThat land between two riversIn stampedesOf angry growling machines-Hell bent on profitable purpose And a desire to burnThose softGreenblanketed hillsTurning the dirt over,Into the kind of green-which burned inside their pockets To them it was just a tree-A 100 year old oak,Firmly planted,In a 20 acre spreadBought and paid for-byContinue reading “Family Tree”
Category Archives: Poetry
Seed Starter
(A poem I wrote while starting seeds with my toddler) I love the feeling of seed starter dirt. All loamy and grit. Pulling apart tiny seeds so small they fit inside my fingernail tip, this might be a meal come late summer. I tell my boy, Dig into the dirt. Feel it on your tinyContinue reading “Seed Starter”
Consumption
It did not creepslowly,like a spiderafter her struggling prey.More like a fifteen pound bowling ball,Thundering towardslazy fat pinsunable to move. The disease flowedthrough shiny silver cansDripping with cold sweat It pouredout of beautifully crafted glass bottles Liquids of gold,Burning amber,And fizzy bubbling blush Liquid courage,it shredded our family tree,into paper confetti.Scrapbooks full of memories,no oneContinue reading “Consumption”
A Hermitess 