Meanwhile, I Keep Dancing

Day 7: Garage Taken from the poem  Barbecuing , in Swimming with Fish and other Animals, poems by Patrick Dixon We hide things in garages entombed them dirty shrines to days past we stuff these memories in ripped cardboard boxes useful things, once useful stacked in corners cover them with tarps always amazed by what we have collected the sheer quantity counting life in items and inches Dust settles, spiders make homes sometimes if something needs taking care of we root around, find ourselves distracted by broken wagons and deflated balls make promises that this spring we will use it all but we don't In the dark garage of my mind the ghosts have been whispering I go there infreqently unsure of what is molding what needs fixing what needs to be thrown away But it's getting cramped, and spring birds remind me it's time for spring cleaning and garage sal...

Day 5: Daughters This word was taken from my friends book, The Baron Would be Proud by Mike Jack Stoumbos, pg. 161 My Daughters I collect my thoughts these days and press them into journals bend them with wire and found beach glass store them in boxes I save these lessons learned in tissue paper and class bottles I save these memories for my daughters to bring out, hold treasured in cupped hands whisper their stories by dim lamp light and soft blankets I will pull back my sleeves and show old scars my stories of love and pain sing them songs of chances taken and adventures sought fairy tales to teach this new generation that they do not need to be saved by the prince nor do they need to do the saving but rather are guardians of their own souls and need only save themselves