25 May 2018

This song could be about the end of a marriage. I think that's how the artist meant it. But it could also be a song about how God holds us in his ever-loving arms. Oh Lord, this has been a bad dream, for certain. Also certain: I'm here in His arms.

18 May 2018

Under the Whitehurst Freeway in the rain

It smells

(Oddly)

Of grilled meat, and 

(Fittingly)

Of the inside of taxi cabs 

Before there was Uber.

17 May 2018

Today
There are no words

For anybody but me.

I managed to sprain my finger yesterday

Without even noticing

This morning it is stiff and hard to bend

As I wipe up tiny clear thorns of glass

The remains of the Mason jar my son dropped in the kitchen

While he was trying to help.

The jar shattered and flew

Already gritty floors suddenly studded with glassy shards

Hiding, barely catching the light

Waiting to hobble us after breakfast.

And the boy is big now, almost half my weight

Too tall and broad to pick up

And spin around in my arms

Too big, maybe, for me to make everything

Alright.