Sunday, October 26, 2014


My dad is the only one home tonight,
yet on the Google Hangout
between some of my 6 siblings 
- spread from Wyoming to the Carolinas -
and him,
he reports a pang of homesickness.

Isn't that what all of us should feel for where he is?
And he should be feeling "homewell"?

Instantly, I feel it, too: not so much a longing for home,
(indeed, I'd travel far to feel it)
but rather a yearning for
inside jokes,
comfort built of an inability to maintain pretense,
argument-mates who'll still be around tomorrow,
conversationalists conversant with certain topics of interest and geekiness,
and other ineffable qualities
that all mean just a fraction of what family is 
to me.

That is why I am family-sick, 
which seems weird to say,
having a family of my own that is upstairs as we speak,
but sometimes don't you adults just wonder what it would be like
if all your early-years family were under the same roof again?
Perhaps it would get ugly at times - I'm sure it would - 
but you still wonder, 
at least,
I do. 

Friday, October 17, 2014

I Cannot Let this Week Pass

I cannot let this week pass
without taking the time to...

do whatever it is one does
to write a poem:

concoct or conjure,

mine and refine,

reflect but also refract.

Whichever it is
- or the sum of them all -

I need to do it.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Clamps and Poems

For my birthday,
my wood-working,
gave me
and a book of poetry.

I can't say which has been
more proficient
at holding things together.