the center of nowhere

i live in a hamlet where two churches stand back to back and the congregations never face each otherthere is one intersection, the reformed school on a corner, with its library and playground and dutch childrenthe co-op another where most of the women are divorced but...

making home a sanctuary

trent is pulling aiden on his horse and the kettle whistles long lost train and the steam finds chai and i`m resting in the church that is my homethere is holy in the corners where the lamplight leaves its yellowthere is broken in the runny noses and stained carpet...

imperfect prose on thursdays: a messy love

but you didn’t see the hole in the wall, the one i made with ringed fist in the basement that was our first home,you didn’t know about the wall, did you? or the way i stopped eating, new-married, the way i needed canvas not to bring kingdom come but to...

red tomatoes in a blue bowl

sometimes i lie on my back in my art room and stare up at the attic door in the ceiling and wonder if heaven lies through the latchthen i find it, on my counter, in the brilliant blue of pottery and the red of tomato, and something so small, so insignificant makes my...

i love you through and through…

the night swallows hard, living room toys scattered colors and the dishes humming, and bath-tub drainingit’s the only book we can read to him(cheeks pink, he sits in flesh all new and soft)and he begs it over, and over, the love on each page touching the words...