poetry wednesday

always, at the end of every day It comes to this: the fall to bed. Despite Herculean hopes to repair the broken furniture, to birth works of unassailable beauty,despite a heart with its tongue out, panting for love, or the hawk starewe train on our most extravagant...

poetry wednesday : love without a balance sheet

Even after all this time The sun never says to the earth, "You owe Me." Look what happens with A love like that, It lights the Whole Sky. – Hafiz Love without a balance sheet. Without measuring return on investment. Without bar charts and Excel...

vigil

I promised my friend Nina I would not let her die alone. And so I wait with her, for her. Today, someone in the nursing home (not a staff member) said, "She doesn't know you're here. You should go home." "But I know I'm here," I said. I...

otherwise.

Otherwise I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch wood. All morning I did the work I love. At noon I lay down with my mate. It...

thinking thursday.

mind :: my brain and yours Here's what I'm reading now: Waking: A Memoir of Trauma and Transcendence, The End of Education: Redefining the Value of School; and Medium Raw. How about you? What should I add to my book stack? Put more in. (Thanks to...