Made with a little help from Martha Stewart Pocket Poem If this comes creased and creased again and soiled as if I’d opened it a thousand times to see if what I’d written here was right, it’s all because I looked too long for you to put in your pocket. Midnight says the little gifts of loneliness come wrapped by nervous fingers. What I wanted this to say was that I want to be so close that when you find…
Running is one of the biggest tags on this blog, so I know I don’t need to tell you I love it. For me, running has always just been part of life – something as necessary and natural as breathing. There are so many people I’ve met because of running, so many stories both life changing and minute that I could tell. (Any ideas on how I can convince Runner’s World that they need me?) Even my meeting and dating…
Too Much Snow by Louis Jenkins Unlike the Eskimos we only have one word for snow but we have a lot of modifiers for that word. There is too much snow, which, unlike rain, does not immediately run off. It falls and stays for months. Someone wished for this snow. Someone got a deal, five cents on the dollar, and spent the entire family fortune. It’s the simple solution, it covers everything. We are never satisfied with the arrangement of…
I love it when the nights get cold enough to justify flannel sheets and down comforters. There’s just something reassuring about having a chill surround you, but remaining untouchable because you are hugged by the impervious warmth of your covers. It does, however, make getting out of bed in the morning even more difficult. Tonight’s forecast predicts rain/snow showers. While I’m definitely not ready for winter, the weather has brought this poem to mind this morning: Relearning Winter Hello Winter,…