poetry 9 : which me will survive all these liberations?
Who Said It Was Simple There are so many roots to the tree of anger that sometimes the branches shatter before they bear.Sitting in Nedicksthe women rally before they march discussing the problematic girls they hire to make them free.An almost white counterman passesa waiting brother to serve them firstand …
thinking thursday.
mind :: my brain and yours this story saddened me so, so deeply. and so did this one. and this one. and this one. As I wrote on Facebook yesterday, I am unhappy with humans today. I am unhappy with mine owners who put the lives of workers at risk, …
poetry 8 : the way loss seeps into neck hollows
the missing the way loss seepsinto neck hollowsand curls at templessits between front teethcavityempty and waitingfor mourning to openthe way mourning staysforever shadowing visionshaping lives with memorya drawer won't closesleep elusivesmile illusivethe only real is griefforever counting the daysminutes missing without knowingso that one day you find yourself showering tearsmissing …
don’t lose the stories of your life
01 Chapter 1 – Remember 1 I'm working on finishing the 5-CD audiobook for Life is a Verb this month and am pleased to report that the first pre-order offer sold out! I love the idea of my voice in your car as you navigate rush hour traffic or head …
poetry 7 : build one barn
Let Go, Return This is the need, the deep necessity of every life: To scatter wide seed in many fields, But build one barn. This is our blunder, to have built Gilt shacks for every seed, And followed our sowing on fast anxious feet, Desiring to grind the farmost grain. …
poetry 6 : thank god for the disordered eye
Monet Refuses the Operation Doctor, you say there are no haloes around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused by old age, an affliction. I tell you it has taken me all my life to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels, to …
poetry 5 : not even peace will do to keep me ashore now
Sea Virus I knew I should never have gone below but I did, and the fug of bilges and wood caught me aback. The sheets of my heart snapped taut to breaking, as a gale stronger than longing filled the sail inside me. To be shot of land and its …
sunday sounds : i still have a dream
On this day 42 years ago, Martin Luther King, Jr., was assassinated as he stood on the balcony of the Lorraine Motel in Memphis, Tennessee. In addition to his "Questions that Easter Answers" speech, he had a dream, a dream worth pausing on this glorious afternoon amidst the Peeps and …
poetry 4 : spring vow
Spring Vow We will love like dogwood. Kiss like cranes. Die like moths. I promise. – Larissa Shmailo Many thanks to Beth Patterson for pointing me to this poem. In continuing celebration of National Poetry Month. [photo from here]
simple action saturday : say ‘i love you’
A simple, profound action for today: Say "I love you" to someone. Out loud. In person if you can, by phone if you can't. Just three simple words: I. Love. You. Or a tiny bouquet. Or both.
