jchmcpherson

Writer

For over a year, I have sat down to write and this phrase came to mind. I was a faucet with no running water. I have nothing to say That is the fear of a writer The voice of shame Convincing me of its darkness Pleading with me to break into the pain of itsContinue reading “Writer”

Ode to the Gottmans

Ever since I declared that I will write an anthology of poetry, the poems come to me everyday, anywhere and everywhere 1In an act of precision my lover makes surgery of meBabble and foam in tongues encanting some devil I tried to forgetMy eye loses true north and I roll away into the darkYet IContinue reading “Ode to the Gottmans”

To the Dying Man in Playa de Coco

While on vacation with my family and my sister’s family in Costa Rica, this experience happened. I said a prayer for this man, and that prayer slept through the night and today woke to me as a poem We picked up a passerby as we left the beachThat was yesterdayI could not see him Thin man asContinue reading “To the Dying Man in Playa de Coco”

Wild Woman

Written in homage to Clarissa Pinkola-Estes’ Women Who Run with the Wolves Covered, uncoveredUnearthly pigments staining her limbsTall, lithe, long Nimble fingers of flameIn nature, in the firewood In the herbsIn the speak of the animalsShe wanders amid roots and the soilLuxuriates in a deep waterbath under the kiss of flowersShe is the healer of time Conductor of seasons of change, nowScreaming,Continue reading “Wild Woman”

Poem about a girl and her grandpa

“There once was a little girl and her grandpa…”A story unfolds in a low voiceAnd the funny face of a character he plays: An old guy slightly dopey and chagrined Leaning in, he begins,Speaking softly to the baby of his daughter”And she was wrapped in a blanket,” Telling her tiny listening faceLooking up in rapt attention,”I don’t knowContinue reading “Poem about a girl and her grandpa”

Future tales

My daughter is now 7.5 months old. She is the oldest soul among us. Thomas and I had already sworn off Facebook posting about our private life with our new little family before she arrived last summer, and thus I only share little snippets of our life instead of photos of our baby. Much likeContinue reading “Future tales”

Jungle In Rainy Season

In the chill of that wind Whose head and tail whips all the trees Into their bobbing dance, This morning rises. It shakes its heavy head and Rubs its eyes. What sleep could it find last night amid The darkness of rain Its torrents loudly announcing Their imminent domain? And now, the wideness of TheContinue reading “Jungle In Rainy Season”

How To Blog … Again

I’m off of social media and no longer plugged in to the greater online community of friends’ and family activities. This blog is thus an outlet for inviting connection from our end. I’m back writing on Joanna’s blog – now with a twist! Back to Blogging Starting Again For me, this simple, plain blogContinue reading “How To Blog … Again”

Bonne journée

En Français In French, the term for have a good day is bonne journée. “Jour,” of course means day. In English, we say “journey” to mean a trip or voyage. Many shop owners tell us to have a good day, wishing us bonne journée as we leave the store. I appreciate this because of theContinue reading “Bonne journée”

Winds of Provence

While in the south of France, we’re renting a flat in Aix-en-Provence. Much to our dismay, Aix feels like any small city anywhere but French. During our stroll around town we appreciated the quaint and historic mix that seems to be a European speciality: ancient city blocks and metro shops… it rings familiar… I think Italy spoiledContinue reading “Winds of Provence”