BurningbirdIn a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood– A lord of nature weeping to a tree, I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den. What’s madness but nobility of […]
Tonight, something different. Two postings, with a photo in each. Both photos of the same bridge, taken at the same time, but from slightly different perspectives. One is black & white, the other in color. Each photograph is paired with a poem with completely different subjects: one is about catching a fish, the other traveling the open road. However, […]
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely Given out Take only enough Stop short of urge to plead Then purge away the need. Wish for nothing larger Than your own small heart Or greater than a star; Tame wild disappointment With caress unmoved and […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. The rest of us watch from beyond the fence as the woman moves with her jagged stride into her pain as if into a slow race. We see her body in motion but hear no sounds, or we hear sounds but no language; or we know it is not a […]
Archived with comments at Wayback Machine There were a thousand things I could have done today, but all I did was sit at my window and watch the storms move past. Instead of doing my laundry I watched the wind rip the blossoms from the tree across the road forcing it into full green. Instead […]