Wednesday, June 29, 2011

driving past a collapsing farmhouse on Highway 78

no radishes left
in the old kudzu basket
just earth

(with apologies to Issa, or the memory of Issa, or Issa's devotees, or all of the above)

Thursday, June 23, 2011

one from the haiku magnets

say the green here
stand up
and walk

--lks 6/22/11

I like playing with the haiku magnets. They help me take myself less seriously, sometimes.

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I live at the edge of the forest in a little town in the north Georgia mountains. I teach sixth grade Language Arts and am writing a memoir of sorts about family, spirituality, and narrative. I am also exploring a possible writing project having to do with contemporary lay contemplative experience and how it might be informed by the Desert Fathers and Mothers of early Christianity. I am a relatively recent convert to Roman Catholicism and an admirer of Pope Francis, Leonardo Boff, Joan Chittister, and Richard Rohr. I'm a Lay Associate of Our Lady of the Holy Spirit Monastery in Conyers, Georgia. I am interested in indigenous cultures, narratives, and spirituality, especially how these can inform my spirituality as a lay contemplative. I write, read, take pictures, play around with creating ephemera from paper and cloth and other organic things. I cook, hike, watch wildlife, and collect random bits of interesting oddness, both tangible and abstract. I am a seer of smallness and a caretaker of ridiculous minutiae. If you want, e-mail me at or