Down the Cellar This Morning

Suddenly, without warning, without precedent or prelude, On a dreary January morning, in the grey and lingering damp, It happened that Summer startled me— quite unannounced and unexpected. It shocked me, there in the cellar, sifting through cobwebs, extension cords, milk crates, and mesh bags of walnuts— the implements and incomplete aspirations of Saturdays past.Continue reading “Down the Cellar This Morning”

Ode to a Housewife’s Mixing Bowl

Appurtenance to a small appliance, Instrument of domestic industry. Kitchen companion of thirteen years, Caressed by thirteen thousand scars. She is more anvil than hammer, More mule than Muse. She is a basin, not a fountain, But from her arms are borne the cakes of joy, the bread of life, and the loaves of consolation.Continue reading “Ode to a Housewife’s Mixing Bowl”

Christmas in the Shadowlands

I distinctly remember the year when my parents first switched to an artificial Christmas tree. We were living in a small farmhouse at the time, and the only display space afforded our preeminent yuletide decoration was in a room that also contained a wood stove. Despite my father’s dogged determination to beat back the pervasiveContinue reading “Christmas in the Shadowlands”

Peaches

Every summer it happens—It happens that I become paralyzed,Paralyzed, that is, with the decisionAs to which of my girlsTo nickname “Peach.”The paralysis stems from the considerationThat each one is worthy,And to a verifiable extent:Dear to my heart,Locally sourced,As fresh as summer dew,With a hint of tartness,Rosy as the dawn,And a sublime companion to waffles. JulyContinue reading “Peaches”

The Desk of My Daughter

The desk of my daughterAt the window facing westIsn’t cleared before dinnerDespite her mother’s behest. A clean desk would be(Though it’s never been seen)A surface that’s flat,Polished, shiny, and clean. But much like the worldOn the Out side of the pane,The girl at the deskNever stays just the same. She’s constantly growing,Thinking, changing, creating.The worldContinue reading “The Desk of My Daughter”