Do Not Send

Do not send the poets to build your mighty streets for we will follow stream’s meander and bend aside for the cities of ants. Do not send the poets to clean your house for we are apt to pause, enraptured by the fall of dust through light, and sing ‘o, there am i, o there…

Ways We Save the World

  1 mangroves cradling coasts anew, hurricanes to cry safely in their arms 2 black pines in Miyagi, standing sentinel along Tohoku shore, braced against tsunami roar 3 Wangari Maathai, her hands, mind, life to the task, spreading green over African sands 4 Elion in the Kubuqi, planting a Great Green Wall against barbaric sands…

A Constellation of Support

Today seems a good day to post this little article from 2015. A Constellation of Support  It was a rare pleasure to meet the various people I interviewed for this, and I came away feeling uplifted. The thing is, nobody does anything in this world without support, whether we see and acknowledge it or not….

Goodnight America: Video Poem #3

  Small note per end credits: This poem, in the end, is not included in For the Changing Moon: Poems and Songs, my new book, out this fall. 

Being Here Now, Part One

Long ago, in Mexico, I lived by myself for the first time in my life. All alone, in a traditional Mexican house, which closes firmly to the street, but opens into a courtyard, which ends at a rough stone wall, shared by several neighbourhood houses. I’d lived in that town for about half a year,…

Song of Praise (resung)

In Nass Valley, one shaft of sun lights two red and white toadstools in damp moss, luminous deeper in cathedral, wingéd ugly fungi, colours i wouldn’t admit there, i and all that i am, no less than the stinkhorn and oozing mud sing the brown and wrinkled, slick and loathsome, what i would not dare…

Beginning and Beginning and Beginning

  Today, they took the statue down in Kjipuktuk, or Halifax town in Mi’kmaki, mapped as Nova Scotia along the stormy Atlantic Ocean   Where did it begin? This need to raise up monuments to men who call for deaths of other men and women and children and ways and lay a bounty on our scalps…

Tool Of God

Originally posted on Prairiepomes:
? It has been a long, dark winter. Today marks four years since the tsunami that devastated Tohoku, with its continuing legacy of nuclear refugees, radiation leaking into the sea, untold ramifications to come to us all. I pray that those who are responsible to act directly upon Fukushima have been…

On This Holy Night

When they saw the star, they rejoiced exceedingly with great joy. – Matthew 2:10 Tonight, I am home in the quiet, Mom. This house is old-fashioned, with the kitchen at its heart, like a farm house. My living room walls are gold, like yours were. I keep a garden, Mom, and I bake bread. I…

Toes for God

God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.  – St. Augustine If not for my Mom, God might have taken my toes, along with my horse and my money. I was the third of six, middle daughter, youngest of the ‘big kids.’ Sometimes I felt a bit invisible to Mom….

A Song of Joy

This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad. – Psalm 118:24   This is the day that the Lord has made Let us be glad and rejoice! Let us be glad and rejoice in it, this is the day that the Lord has made. The melody rings in…

a Joyful Heart

A Joyful Heart is Good Medicine is today’s message from the Catholic Medical Mission Board. How do we support the joy in another’s heart? How do we support the joy in our own? How often do we look for the ‘catch’, for some reason to distrust joyfulness? How often do we respond to another’s joy with…