poetry 28 : we’d laugh too if we knew how
Fuel Even at this late date, sometimes I have to look upthe word "receive." I received his deepand interested gaze.A bean plant flourishes under the rain of sweet words.Tell what you think—I'm listening.The story ruffled its twenty leaves.*Once my teacher set me on a high stoolfor laughing. She thought the …
poetry 27 : the space we breathe is also called distance.
The Apparent When I say transparency, I don't mean seeing through. I mean the way a symbol is made when an X is drawn over O.As the world moves when it is named. In the sense of truth by consciousness, which we translate as opposites.The space we breathe is also …
poetry 26 : pictures of home
Pictures of Home In the red-roofed stucco houseof my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass panes. Our neighborsthe Bertins, who barely escaped Hitler, often joined us at table. One night their daughter said, In Vienna our dining room had doors like these.For a …
poetry 25 : the woman in the ordinary
The Woman in the Ordinary The woman in the ordinary pudgy downcast girlis crouching with eyes and muscles clenched.Round and pebble smooth she effaces herselfunder ripples of conversation and debate.The woman in the block of ivory soaphas massive thighs that neigh,great breasts that blare and strong arms that trumpet.The woman …
poetry 24 : don’t forget to write
don’t forget to writeby maya stein while you are piecing together the map of your life,stepping as nimbly as you can out of the mulchof your thoughts, the busy traffic of your heart,while you attempt grace and magic and the blessing ofyour soft, surrendered kiss, while you are fathoming the …
poetry 23 : poems should always have birds in them.
For today's rambunctious celebration of National Poetry Month, take a look back to a poem about birds. [Image from here]
thinking thursday.
mind :: my brain and yours The truth of how we celebrate Earth Day. I feel famous because Mr Brilliant is friends with Max Moerman who was a featured scholar on the PBS series on Buddha (and who looks a lot like Kenneth Branagh, by the way–Max, not Buddha). THE …
poetry 22: once i believed in you
Vespers ["Once I believed in you…"] Once I believed in you; I planted a fig tree. Here, in Vermont, country of no summer. It was a test: if the tree lived, it would mean you existed. By this logic, you do not exist. Or you exist exclusively in warmer climates, …
poetry 21 : we have a soul at times
A few words on the soul We have a soul at times. No one's got it non-stop, for keeps. Day after day, year after year may pass without it. Sometimes it will settle for awhile only in childhood's fears and raptures. Sometimes only in astonishment that we are old. It …
