Simple

Joy is the Simplest Form of Gratitude – Karl Barth   He has walked out now, into the night and the starfields, whose honest face shines as did his own. his long shadow slow voice, and devotion circled the pole-star of love, unwavering and if he did waver, and if he did tire then it…

May 2: What if I Go Singing?

I live in an elm cathedral, where i live there is room for birds. Lady bees bustle rummage sale in the shrubberies all May long. Here, too, the song. I know what i must do, every day lift up the song, the old song, let it be heard here in these streets, let this cathedral…

Day 25: Smoothing the Spirit

old houses hold on. the first day i saw this house i knew it was my home, knew its many windows. its east facing door was the first thing i painted. upstairs, early on, we removed that beige broadloom peculiar to quick flips. such old wood in some rooms refinished, but under the carpet, a ruin, old…

Day 22: Giovanni Caboto’s Trees

this morning’s sun, still pentecostal waters new leaves in broad crowned elms adorned, crowns within crowns with magpie nests, wind-riding as my spring-daft hounds cavort i see again the crowd that day our city, post-millennial, had hired an american urban expert to tell us what to need, now that we’d turned that corner into accepting,…

Day 18: Sakura

Sakura, Yayoi no sora wa… suddenly, this morning, the nanking cherry threw open her curled fists cards on the table, this is the hand given gambling on a full house.

Day 14: Politics and the Hardware Store

nobody knows anyone our secret power lines and the larger lines underwriting over-arching, architecture of the power mad. the young women warriors yell at me, not knowing i’ve been yelled at all my life and i see it passing by. i was young when people hid native ancestry and my family refused that. it was…

Wood Grain Magics

Spent part of the morning staining a fence, observing the swift and easy rise of minutiae by which Life lets us know how relentless it can be. How long, i wondered, would it take for the small legions to take down this fence? A little longer, now, where the stain drags time down to a…