Oh, Hello Again

I've been lazy about the blog lately. 

But now with summer creeping in and the second edition of the Capturing Fire writing workshop taking up my Tuesday nights, hopefully there will be some more writing happening. First up, take Dwight Okita's Letters I Never Wrote and write your own letter from your dark ages.

dear child, 

When you run your back is butterfly wings

the hiss of a hurricane as it touches down heavy

but lord knows you are no cyclone

 no force freight training through a town

you frown and bear the weight of thunder

echoing through doors and hallways

of tiny dollhouse dreams. 

Sitting at the edge of the banister

you pump scripture into your brain

while friction grows louder in smashed plates

 in memories of infant swallowed hard like sidewalk chalk

or taken easy like stained glass shadows on

cobblestone streets.           

 We retreat to cocoons

when the loud is no longer music.

Soundwave slaps ricochet off silk-

reminding us of the wholeness of sound

as we plea for unexpected silence.

For the secrets of metamorphosis to expose us

until the day we can once again,

beautifully as magic,

pray heaven back into our bones.