Monthly Archives: February 2016

On Happiness

Looking back over the long valley through which we’ve come from the vantage of the pass over which we need to go the switch`backs lie like the folds of an old accordion compressed of all its air the box empty … Continue reading

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On Gristle

My children are vegetarians seed gathers each one dandelion greens & kale the sprouts of who knows what mixed with salty soy`nuts dressed up with tofu creamy garbanzos & avocado My father was a carnivore he grew up on head` … Continue reading

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On Being Small

It is in the small the big comes to understand the big sees but that he’s not ever big enough while the small can see how tiny a thing he is within his life’s larger context Let me then be … Continue reading

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On Words

With a word we can close a door hang a sign on our heart to say we are not at home We’ve gone on a holiday not to be interrupted by any word With a word we can open a … Continue reading

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The Poem Begins

The poem always begins when the eye catches sight of the extraordinary hiding in what is ordinary the weathering cedar on the fence at home The finch on the railing of the deck flirting with two mates making a little … Continue reading

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So Little Room

The string of time may be infinitely long but thin as the strand of an angel’s hair The pages of life once bright and clean lie wrinkled in a hand adept at erasure The songs of love once written in … Continue reading

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Jonquil et Oie des Neiges

The snow geese feed In tilled fields beside daffodils Opening fully for the first time In spring sunshine The birds stir & rise In restless pairs to settle again Along the flock’s surging coast An ever changing tide The flowers … Continue reading

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Sabbath Vespers

Come Let us walk Up into the wood Follow the little canyon Up into its source A spring Flows there out of rock The water so cold It will hurt Teeth There Let us clear A spot of bramble To … Continue reading

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Spring Thaw

Love like water Without a spillway Rises along the contours Of the already saturated ground Then that which what we Cannot do without Overwhelms us Even the dikes We build bag by bag By the chain gang of self Can’t … Continue reading

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On Language

These words I learned from birth these alphabetized images by which I would speak my mind through which I would show you the slope of a ridge of trees falling to the Sound all sea`ward These sounds you see must … Continue reading

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On Appetites

It started with the thumb could not get enough of it except when chi`chi came out and that not often enough to sate an infant’s appetite It moved on to the hand couldn’t grasp enough of it except when milking … Continue reading

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The Boy in the Man

Inside the old man is the little boy looking out through tinted lenses at trees he’d like to climb at seas he’d like to sail even as an old man The little boy inside has no sense of a heart … Continue reading

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