become accustomed to the weight memory lays across your heart lift it anyway become schooled in the crack and creak pain of rising one more time kneel anyway numb your skin to the lash every absence a thorn lean in somewhere in all this brush and scrub meaning and renewal send green tight curled leaves…
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Journey Prayer, the Video!
My first experiment with video poems… seems like a good time to revisit a prayer for all travelers…
Weasel in the Cern Reactor
once upon a time star woman did not listen she looked down too far and fell through a hole in the sky muskrat, a tiny person dived below the waters brought her home now, upon this time earthbound men seek under a mountain range to harness that particle they call god and…
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…
Call and Response:O Open Heart
How To Hold You Now there is no way, actually to repay uncounted courage there is no way to say what lines the heart there are no swans no thrumming wings write the sky full that road carries no sign Overboard Li Po had no truck with suffering for art they say, when he fell…
Firewood
Originally posted on O at the Edges:
? Firewood For two years the oak loomed, leafless. We had aged together, but somehow I survived the drought and ice storms, the regret and wilt, the explosions within, and it did not. I do not know the rituals of trees, how they mourn a passing, or…
Heart Throb
We are all children of the drum. Life begins and ends to that primal one-two heartbeat, and drums have always been the most powerful of the instruments. We don’t always know that, though, don’t always consciously recognise it, any more, i suppose, than we recognise our own heart beating most of the time. It comes…
Journey Prayer, the Video!
My first experiment with video poems… seems like a good time to revisit a prayer for all travelers…
Gone to Starlight
She is gone from this place, another great woman. We loved her, as one loves a whirlwind. Lifted now into the sky realms, her path remains in our hearts, leads on into wilderness. There is so much more to say, but for now, farewell and love to the incomparable Elke Blodgett
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…
Her Singers, Her Songs
I will sing for joy. – Psalms 92:4 What music brought joy to Mom?What were Mom’s favourite songs, and who were her favourite singers? A daughter can’t always know that, as every one of us has songs with meanings we hold only in our own heart. As for the songs and singers I do recall,…
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