May 8, 2008
April 29, 2008
April 28, 2008
March 23, 2008
February 13, 2008
February 11, 2008
February 10, 2008
“When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy.”
- James Matthew Barrie, ‘Peter Pan’
February 3, 2008
January 22, 2008
January 20, 2008
January 19, 2008
blessing ( for ack)
I thought about her
I didn’t think about how she’d look now
She’s beautiful, but that you know you see you breathe
I know she is and so are you when you’re with her
So are both of you
But I thought about what she’d be like
With a name like
What an individual she’d be
If the world was hard on her for being who she is
She could come home and talk to you, and you’d understand
What it’s like to be a renegade
you’d talk to her with understanding
without ever looking down
with love
And she’d be ok, she’d always be ok
People who say you can’t protect your kid from the world are wrong
You can you can love them and accept them
and make them feel that everything they feel and are is ok
Then they’d have a fighting chance of finding their strength
She’ll be resilient, I just know it, and creative
You’re both going to be the best.
January 18, 2008
January 14, 2008
January 13, 2008
Definitive
You are born on a Thursday
in a city of sirens and smoke
in the season of lost tongues:
your strange downy crown
is shrouded in mystery,
your tiny pink fists
are a revelation.
You, little mammal,
curious fingers unfurling,
crumple up your face,
an unpunctuated yowl
strangling the dark,
as your newly born mother,
freshly stitched and love heavy,
stumbles over your crib
to feed you.
You, suckling bud,
with your milky warm breath
navigating the flesh
of a blue veined breast,
at five days old
refuse to take no
for an answer.
