While I’ll take life in any season, the transition from summer to fall is bumpy for me. This year, the melancholy I often feel during these pre-winter months has been accented by various family crises. Still, as the song goes, How can I keep from singing?
Look with wonder on the world And on the walkers in the world Familiar and strange as if on God, For gods they are, unknowing.
I wish I had a home— No, not my own— A place I’d shared with others All the summers of my life Or all the winters. But, as it stands, the candidates Are fallen into disrepair (False friends!), or usurped by Some false, pretending owner (Who would, her eyes askance, Refuse me ingress or relief), […]
(For Clinton F. Larson) How long did I look in that face, admit that voice? He left his door unlocked to me, kept ice cream money in a drawer. He fit his office to my urchin company. Those years I spent his foundling, each day waking, I toyed on his baroque and spiraled stair. “Look, […]
The world is in chaos, but Tom Turner is frying two eggs and a side of bacon. His wife, Mattie, sits at the kitchen table eating cold cereal and watching the news on her tablet. Revolutions are whittling away at South America. Europe is on the brink of collapse. China is squeezing the U.S. dry. […]
As part of Wilderness Interface Zone’s Love of Nature Nature of Love Month, we thought it would be fun to run a Valentine haiku chain. This is a just for fun song and dance event for many voices and dancing levels. A haiku is a classical Japanese poetical form, usually 17 syllables all in a […]
The trees in river country know the wind, and how to bend in winter blasts. They hold snow and take the water. They change color— as the leaves of maples turn, so too a sister to her brother. There are deep roots in a certain field, grown up on our name past—fed by ashes of […]
You watched her pass, the woman you were with while you learned Poetry. Black hair—she smiled with such grey eyes— you watched her pass without goodbyes, and these hills blind me, golden; fierce with bristling grass, smoking in the sun: a cloud kicked up, an offering to sanctify our suffering. She lay down for a […]
Polar fleece. One of the best. Inventions. Ever. My admiration for this virtuous fabric prompted me to do a bit of research on it. On Wikipedia, I came across this: “Aaron Feuerstein [inventor] intentionally declined to patent polar fleece, allowing the material to be produced cheaply and widely by many vendors, leading to the material’s […]
My teeth sting in my face, the gums feel like they could bleed, but I don’t brush them, no, why do such a simple thing, it would be a waste of time. Instead I loaf, waiting for the brilliance that’s rightfully mine, waiting for a smell of joy, a salty tear running down to my […]