Wednesday, November 6, 2013


I build good fires,
Up to three a week in winter--
A man taught me.

My niece lost her first tooth today;
That makes her a person
and she can't go back.

While folded in half, I noticed
the ribbons in my feet--
I am crumpling from use.

I can't seem to pick an age
or a party or a God
And the logs shift and crack.



  1. and crumble and fade
    and then i slowly begin to rebuild...


  2. This is beautiful. So honest and tender and true. Just like you.