Monday, February 28, 2011

For Carly

A couple of recent block prints I'm hoping to convert into T-shirts at some point...

Sunday, February 27, 2011

When I clean crumbs (A Poem)

When I clean crumbs

A dirty pan

the size of my world

and bigger than our sink

I should be cleaning dishes

but sitting in a church pew

Curling water corrals the oil

I press the stubborn crust

against the rising tide

Cleaning the crumbs from my pan

brings back Mama’s tears

Fried corn bread on a Thursday morning

that’s my day

I got to say one grace

and another to myself

“forgive me for swiping the jam”

but God was never fast enough

and I snatch the first piece

That made Mama cry

Fried corn bread on a Thursday morning

doesn’t crumble like Wednesday’s freshly baked


the butter holds

I like it burnt

That made Mama cry

Burnt bread for her babies

The flame could never be controlled

And I never cared if those globs of jam

made her feel better too

I never saw her tears fill the sink

floating crumbs and memories of her Mama

Kentucky corn bread isn’t fried here

but then

I always taste it

when I clean crumbs

from a dirty pan the size of my world

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Steelers Lose

My tribute to a good team that fought with a better team on superbowl day.  This is a tussle in charcoal.