Thursday, October 6 Matthew’s devastated Jeremie, and now he’s got his eye on Jeremy, but Jeremy can run. He can take his family and run west away from the storm. And if it all crumbles, he’s covered. Today we clean and carry away the leftovers, go out to eat, laugh. There’s no time to cry except […]
31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 5 #SouthFloridaBound
Wednesday, October 5 They come with blankets and a Bandie To disembowel the family home, But they can’t shelve memories In the recesses of a semi. It’s Random Acts of Poetry Day and I scribble hasty words of home on the side of a book box. There’s a leap and a yelp down by […]
31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 4 #SouthFloridaBound
Tuesday, October 4 Seven men and seven hours to pack a house and crate time and music minus doughnuts and pizza and a driver’s frantic call to his accountant because if he didn’t wire $450 to the IRS right away they’d issue a warrant for his arrest. The grand girl won a […]
31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 3 #SouthFloridaBound
Monday, October 3 Delays are good. Sometimes. Like when the packers are supposed to come on Monday and then they aren’t. Because you discover that you’re far from ready for them anyway, because you’ve underestimated stuff, and you’ve forgotten to pay your bills, and you’ve lost a safe deposit box key. Did I mention the grandgirl delayed to clean […]
31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 2 #SouthFloridaBound
Sunday, October 2 Last night I hugged my dad and hugged my brother. Sissy made no-churn ice cream and homemade cinnamon rolls to see us off. The colors are changing, and we are changing. I wonder when we’ll see fall again. Our daughter needs us home. She’s exhausted (as we all are), and friends […]
31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 1 #SouthFloridaBound
Saturday, October 1 It’s been raining for three days. Muddy waves churn from the newly dug drain field in the side yard. I’m wearing a Tshirt when I meet D at the airport. I take along a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and a jacket. He changes in Bob Evans’ restroom. His blood has […]
A Visit to the Holocaust Memorial Center
It happened, therefore it can happen again: this is the core of what we have to say. It can happen, and it can happen everywhere. ~ Primo Levi A renovated boxcar is set on rails embedded in the floor where we enter the Holocaust Memorial Center. Two hundred people might have once crammed inside […]
Poetry of Moving: New Carpet
There’s coming in the going, going in the coming, stillness in the moving.
Poetry of Moving: On Cleaning Windows
Today I sliced you in half…
Where is Home?
“I know it’s morbid, my daughter says, “but I’ve been thinking about it, and so I’ll ask. If you and Dad die, is there enough life insurance to fly you home and bury you?” She asks him the same question over the phone, and he assures her there is plenty and more. I tell her I don’t […]
