Category: poetry

Another Day

I woke up this morning to the sound of steady rain on the roof and was disappointed because I had plans to tackle some outside chores I’d been putting off. I pulled out my untrusty laptop and started scrolling through the news, all the while hoping the rain would end so I could get out there. Well, the rain kept on and on, and it was making me feel anxious. At length, I found myself getting dressed and heading out the door; I did all the chores in the rain, and it was–wonderful!

another day breaks

and what will we do?

our desires are many;

our resources, few.

perhaps if we can

stop desiring to bend

the ways of the world

to our personal end,

we’d find ourselves free

to be satisfied

just being alive

and along for the ride.

–photo by me

run home, little sister

storm’s a comin’,

best be runnin’

home, little sister–

tell ma to take

the clothes down

off the line,

and pa should roll

the windows up

on the ’29;

have gramma check

the wireless to hear

what this’ll bring,

and grampa–well,

don’t tell that

ol’ coot anything.

–photo by me

wolf dream

i dreamed that wolves were chasing me

as through the woods i ran,

and when i couldn’t keep on going,

i turned to make my stand,

but now the wolves had disappeared

as far as i could see;

and standing there, i realized–

the only wolf was me!

–photos by me

Hypatia (archives)

O beautiful Hypatia

Of ancient Alexandria,

Prominent astronomer

And erudite philosopher,

They flayed your flesh

Down to your bones

With shattered shells

And sharpened stones;

The zealots thought

You blasphemed Christ,

And made you pay

An awful price.

The search for truth

Is often met

With violence

And tragic death.

–Image by A.I.

Freya Freaks Out

“The Woods Have Eyes”

We took Freya out to the woods surrounding our new place, thinking that she’d really enjoy it; the only outings she’d had before this were on a dirt road between two farmer’s fields. In fact, I was worried she’d like it too much and run off or climb a tree. Aaron set her down on a log, and with all the trees rustling overhead in the wind, she just froze in place. It was just too overwhelming for her, so we took her home. Next time, we’ll look for a more open setting.

we thought that our cat would embrace

our new home in a more wooded place,

but the rustling-leaf sky

was too much stimuli–

we could tell by the look on her face.

–Photo by Aaron