‘Brother Body’

‘Brother Body’ I was reminded recently of my fragility after the coronavirus rudely invited itself into my body and overstayed its welcome for two weeks.  I wasn’t my usual self, and my body was also acting in unusual ways. As though it barely knew me – in...

‘Where I Am Going’

‘Where I Am Going’ Where I Am Going Again the murmur of my own deep life grows stronger, flowing along wider shores. Things grow ever more related to me, and I see farther into their forms. I become more trustful of the nameless. My mind, like a bird,...

Ten Poems …

Ten Poems … My relationship with poetry began poorly, like for many, I am sure. The focus was purely academic, understanding was generated for a test, and the verses were often too complicated for meaning to be easily grasped. Decades passed and I generally...

Emily Dickinson on Hope

Emily Dickinson on Hope “Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard -And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little...

I Worried

I Worried I Worried I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the riversflow in the right direction, will the earth turnas it was taught, and if not, how shallI correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing,...

Insurgent

Insurgent In this season of the Covid-19 scourge, my front yard plum tree stands in singular and solitary bloom, reminding me of everything that is right in this world.  This is the urgency of beauty declaring itself in nature through blossoms, equally expressed in...
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