Wednesday, July 15, 2009

We're going on a squeegie hunt/(a child's chant/Danielle used to love)

  • This blessing from my son recants the already difficult journey ahead. We've set on goals on the impossible and yet the impossible has attached itself to us. We've wandered in to the desert before and come out with the wind howling at our feet and a fierce sense of identity.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

We try to work through our fears and heartaches/life has been long and painful

We crawl to the lake on all fours/it is this gesture which brings us to the camp.The children are whistling with the birds/they have never felt better.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Back upstate where my heart stand still/where I FLOODED THE WASH house and am awaiting a big party

When I went down the basement/the snake that lives there came striding up to me and crossed over to the sculpture pedestal. I knew that he was hungry and that the frog or turtle that both live down there were not enough to satiate his love of food. I took the reptile and put him down at the canal. Strawberry preserves are boiling on the stove. I am confused about the whereabouts of some of the grandchildren. what can I can I do to let their parents know how appreciative I am at this time.