Rain Makes Corn…

It does, actually. While the rest of the vegetable and fruit crops have been more than a little hurt by the abnormal North Carolina weather, we’re about to have a veritable shower of corn. I think it was the only thing that wasn’t bothered by the FEET of flooding all over my home county today.

What’s Broken – Dorianne Laux

The slate black sky. The middle step
of the back porch. And long ago

my mother’s necklace, the beads
rolling north and south. Broken

The Fireflies Are Dying (draft 2)

Maybe it’s a metaphor for growing up, or at least
growing up in the South. Because they were everywhere,
when I was little, “knee-high to a grasshopper,”
and now I barely see them flickering
in the trees out past the Wobbly Box –

The Things I Now Know

-Church people who spend a significant portion of their time trying to make you feel guilty are bad-news-bears. Guilt is toxic and anathemic to love.

-Enjoy life. That’s what it’s here for.

-There’s always at least one more awesome musician you’ve haven’t heard of.

-Watched pots never boil. (And forgotten pots boil dry.)

Potential Carbon Monoxide Poisoning, Round I-Don’t-Even-Know…

So, our carbon monoxide alarm is beeping. Not a lot, not frequently, but tonight as Kiley and I were sitting in our respective bedrooms, separated by the living room/kitchen, there was a distinct and very loud BEEP. And then a few minutes later there was another one.

Attachment – draft 3

We say we love each other. You twist
both pairs of our hands tight,
fingers curved and reaching, together
before you drift off

The Fireflies are Dying

There’s something about this phrase I love – like I could see using it as a title to a collection or something, whenever I get there. It’s been rolling around in my head for a while, so I finally had to do something with it.

Dear world…

Life has imploded.

Well, not literally.

Well…almost.

Fork with Two Tines Pushed Together – Nick Lantz

It’s fast and cool as running water, the way we forget
the names of friends with whom we talked and talked
the long drives up and down the coast.

I say I love and I love and I love. However, the window

Attachment – draft 1

We say we love each other. You twist
both pairs of our hands tight
together each night before you drift off
to sleep. We kiss, unashamedly open-mouthed
on the benches in parks.