Home Poem

I came home tonight from a long trip and, once in bed, picked up the first book I found to land my mind. 

It turned out to be Philip Larkin’s “Collected Poems,” which I’ve barely rustled. The stunning excerpt above is from his poem “Coming” and made me feel like I’d come home. 


El viaje de Borja


Tomorrow is May 20th. A day I’ve been dreading because it is the last day to pre-order my book mid-life. Since pre-sales determine how many books will be published, tomorrow matters.

If any of you out there had any intention whatsoever of purchasing my book of poems, I would truly appreciate it if you did so before end of day tomorrow. Although the publishing house keeps all the sales proceeds, having a good pre-sale run is important for a writer. And I kind of hope to be that — a writer.

As always, thanks for reading!


If I ever were to bake a cake

it would be for you,

and I’d color in the icing

like spreading sunblock on your face.


I like to get you while you sleep—

the best is in a car—

so I can butter every toe

and beneath your pillow feet.


Underneath your feet because

at the beach you will crawl

then turn back up and hook a foot

in the elbow of your jaw.


Sometimes you fart, snore or sigh—

show me you approve

of the cold sunscreen I rub

onto your miniature thigh.


I get the grace to growing old

each time a rim of white

forms a stencil from your ear

and records your neck’s fat rolls.


Daddy speaks from the front seat,

bids to leave you still.

Oh, but your fresh bread hands,

and you sleep and I don’t hear.



This poem is from my forthcoming book mid-life, which I offer today to all the incredible moms out there. Happy Mother’s Day!