Monday, August 23, 2021

Das Unheimlich

"...intellectual uncertainty; so that the uncanny would always, as it were, be something one does not know one’s way about in."

~Ernst Jentsch, On the Psychology of the Uncanny


a turtle's shell slowly

decomposing in the weeds

of a cemetery

how many unmarked remains

under these stones



Friday, July 9, 2021

her memories
the plucked strings
the end notes of sadness
this is not how to play the violin
but how to feel it

Tuesday, May 18, 2021










I am reposting a tanka written several years ago. My mom painted the ceramic cat to honor our 12-year-old cat who had recently died. Today is also the anniversary of when my mom passed away. We miss you.


the flowered cat
in its new home
her eyes catch
the same sunlight
you had while you were painting

Monday, May 17, 2021






empowering

native plants through

honeysuckle removal

the bee balm

restoring itself

Saturday, May 1, 2021

tabletop launch pad--

the matchbox car 

rockets into space

before splashing down

in the cat's water bowl

the two of us exploring 

the kimmswick bone bed

what would it be like 

to stand in the shadow

of a mastodon


Sunday, April 25, 2021

vacation pictures 

taken at the edge of a cliff

the past not nearly

as exhilarating as when

it was our future

Thursday, April 22, 2021

I still have

the mirror you gave me

with its gold-plated roses

not long after you

dislocated my jaw

Monday, April 19, 2021

another layer added

to the earth's core

so many chapters 

in this novel 

we may never finish


Friday, March 12, 2021

reclaiming

some lost territory 

from my childhood

 the imprint of pebbles 

 on the soles of my feet


Shaw Nature Reserve