I build a home against the
sure bet of his chest.
He goes down in me
in search of the ruby.
I am a statement of
conjecture and figure.
It’s a romantic romance,
wearing every red color except red.
I build a home against the
sure bet of his chest.
He goes down in me
in search of the ruby.
I am a statement of
conjecture and figure.
It’s a romantic romance,
wearing every red color except red.
Abuse me.
There is more of me to leave.
Like cinders in the forest.
I cleave to my fundamental heat.
Delete me inside.
Too much of me
and you’ll need water to hold.
He is a place
Of marble and speed.
He writes me notes
That I hear.
His story is one of unearthing,
of a sun making casualties of snow.
Over the arc,
absolute shape –
my calves,
finish lines.
His novel.
You will find me alone
next month,
calling music my own.

Any thoughts? Ignore the bubbling. I rather like it.
Women’s illegal tender-
tenderness toward even the kudzu.
If he cancels the length and breadth
of my body tonight,
I will float above him like air from the fan.
Recreation fills me
with finger and tongue.
I am designed for it.
God is good, and I am grateful.
Thinking about my life, I realize how fortunate I am. I have done nothing to merit my great marriage, sweet daughter, lovely home, or artistic life. God has blessed me beyond measure.
This is what God does. He gifts us beautiful things. He holds our hands when things get difficult, and he showers us with blessings. We wade through the rain, but one way or another we are given a rainbow.
As a sinner, I deserve condemnation. Yet God has extended His hand to me. Through His Son, He has given me the gift of eternal life.
Sometimes I need to be still and count the precious blessings I have received from the Lord.
“Be still and know that I am God.”




Headcovering can be controversial. In my family I have come across the stigma against submission, and the contemporary horror of headcovering. A woman covering anything is becoming more and more controversial in an age where women are supposed to be liberated by the ability to bare their flesh without shame. Maybe the baring of flesh makes some women feel liberated, but I feel liberated when I can cover. My husband, although he shows me every day that he thinks I’m beautiful, values me for so much more than my breasts or my legs. I have no desire to draw attention from other men.
Lately I have begun to wear simple, long, flowing maxi dresses. Craig loves maxi dresses, and I like to wear things he likes. I also like how comfortable the dresses are, and that they are modest. I am not against dressing a little sexier maybe for a special event, but for daily life I actually like being covered.
Today was packed with homeschooling activities. Angelica had tutoring for English and for math. Things seem to be going really well with her teacher. Angelica is dyslexic, so learning to read and do numbers is not easy for her. She is making progress though, and I’ve been really happy with her tutor.
We also did a whole lot of science. We read about cloud formation. We talked about rainbows and the colors of light. We talked about earthquakes, and watched lots of videos of earthquakes. Angelica was impressed! She has also been watching a ton of educational videos from an illustrated Youtube series. I’ve got a playlist going right now and she is loving it.
If the day wasn’t so busy and I wasn’t so tired, we would do more. I read her a story and she thoroughly enjoyed that. If I can muster the energy I will read her another before bed.
This has been a crazy week between two speech appointments, an OT evaluation, and two tutoring sessions. To be fair, we usually have two speech appointments and at least two tutoring appointments. But add that to my own appointments this week and being down for the count on Thursday and things just feel dizzying.
I am so glad that Angelica seems to like homeschooling. I really enjoy teaching her and spending that time together. I would hate to send her off to some government school for 8 hours a day. I would rather be with her – and I can give her an education more suited to her needs at home.
Humanity is crouched
beneath the table
where my glass leaves
a ring.
Dust is wedded to success.
In the humanness that
roams the rooms –
a forgettable act of kindness
in skivvies.
My inner warden
patrols beneath my skin.
Lowly instinct,
leave your hiding!
Your enemies have finished counting,
And have hung your better
Natures from the doorframe
with a steel cable.
I remember the elevator it
Came from,
Dipping the car
Up and down from the bottom
Of the hospital to the top
Like ladle to bowl.
Lemons in the kitchen
are twisted.
The dishwasher is broken,
But the knives have been
Sharpened on teeth.
Out from under the furniture
Comes my neighbor’s
Selfishness and my rage.
I finish my soda.
This should be good.