tina @ september
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in my tired head
The hour that I lost today and the work my brain has done over the past two days and the lack of sleep I’ve had are all ganging up on me. The light filling the room tells me it is later than I feel. I wake when I wake and I wish I hadn’t woken… Continue reading
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looking for beauty {Spring 2023}
I have all the tools. Know the reasons it is hard for a certain youngsters heart to trust mine. I know why it is hard for my heart to care for theirs. I know it’s the brain doing it’s job. That important things may have been missed, that trauma leaves it’s marks like crevasses and… Continue reading
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remembering
While I sifted through posts here earlier today, a place I rarely go now, I caught myself remembering things I didn’t say. I don’t think I was trying to not say things. I do remember I couldn’t catch my breath back when. I was reading words that I really did mean but there were definitely… Continue reading
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800 notebooks
800 notebooks Lying about Open and waiting Notes about weather About bugs on windshields About babies and teenagers About love About hate About the future And oh so many pages about the past Continue reading
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escribí esto para mi tío – July 2021
The elders are goingOne by one they take their leavelast breathesOr whispered goodbyesSometimes without any words at all Thin tall framesShort lumpy ones tooHeads full with memories and songs Ever varying shades of gray They’ve gathered all their daysIn a white cloth made of cottonAnd tied them to a stickWith a stringAnd thrown them over… Continue reading
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in the rooms living
down the hall laughter rings bouncing off of walls dipping underneath archways coming my way in the next room voices deep in that room little ones are arguing she pleads her case while she stands her ground the water running in that sink sings along to the tune from that pocket the twang hums the… Continue reading
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February 2021 {yarnalong}
Even though the yarnalong link up isn’t happening just now — if I remember I am still sharing what I’m reading and knitting— it’s a nice practice to keeping a record. I’m knitting Joanna’s cozy knee socks in a casual knit along for February ~ it’s a lovely free pattern that you can find here.… Continue reading
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tiny
Tiny silver spoon I’m so happy to have met you Me in my jeans and flip flops Shiny from car air and the miles You in that trap made of logs Did the sign say they were hand crafted? Building square and tall In the shadow of all those trees Next to that highway Brimming… Continue reading
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January Yarnalong 2021
I finished Gilead by Marilynne Robinson yesterday. It is beautiful and seemed to speak so much so me. I started reading A Promised Land By Barack Obama before Christmas and I have loved it as far as I’ve gotten although this is not very far at all- maybe 7 chapters. I plan to pick it… Continue reading
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Away
The sun sets behind a building made of wood and stone and earth: time. She is a fireball in the sky. Burning orange with her shoulders wide, arms stretched out over the horizon, head back and into the sky. I am passenger on swift moving train racing over the miles like wind past this scene.… Continue reading
All the grace 