My writing has been hiding...
*on the leaves blown down from a thunderstorm.
*in the scarred kitchen table where words have been spilled by me more often than I can say.
*in the soft wilting of the thirsty basil plant.
*in the creases on a well-loved book's face.
*in black ink Pilot rolling ball V7 pens.
*in the birdsong in the trees out back.
*in the belly laugh of my little girl.
*in the way M. kisses me.
*in the lace of foam that scatters itself along the edges of the sand.
*in antique papers I visited with a full heart and curious mind.
*in the lavender beds outside, intoxicating bees with such lusciousness.
*in the occasional silent spaces spiraling through this house.
*in the freckles on my older girl's cheekbones, her own personal constellation.
*in the countless battles my boy-o wages to keep me safe from invisible enemies, no matter how I try to tell him I can fight for myself.
*in their imperfect smiles.
*in their tears and scowls.
*in my bones, in blooms, in stars, in skies.
Summer now means long days and longer nights, an abandonment of the computer screen for the tall grass, writing in notebooks outside--my spine nestled against a tree's, hikes and day trips and weddings and impromptu s'mores sessions. It also means deadlines and busy teaching schedules, children home from the sequestered school environment and decidedly underfoot, to-do lists that grow like weeds in the garden beds...sometimes I can ignore them--other times, I cannot. Until I can get back here again, I offer another poem of mine, called "Zen Dreams", published this week here. (If you are longing to dodge the computer yourself, a regular paper copy of the magazine can be bought here. It also features interviews with Janet Evanovich, Jill Soloway, and Ami McKay--whose writing I simply adore--plus other columns, reviews, poems, and short fiction pieces about motherhood. Am I incredibly grateful for two poetry publications in as many weeks, or what?)
The first official Summer full moon is on Saturday--go out there and celebrate the Rose Moon (Colonial American), Lotus Moon (Chinese), Windy Moon (Choctaw), Moon of Horses (Celtic), Dyan Moon (English Medieval), or Flying Fish Moon (New Guinea). Without a doubt, my writing will be hiding there as well...what will you find?