Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Can't do a poem today.
I look out the window
and there is stillness everywhere.
The wind is still,
the sky is blue,
and the shadows are frozen.
The big dog sneaked
up to our bed and is fast asleep.
The parakeet is quietly admiring
herself in her mirror and only occasionally
do I see a car pass on the road.
Maybe I'm living in still photo,
with these letters magically
appearing on my computer screen
as my fingers twitch.
To Kim Mosley ’s “Meteor” on the Eve of the Election Ooh, coming right at us the slam! It hurls us upside down and sideways splas...
Pulse The pulsing sounds of color reverberate in kaleidoscopic bits that scatter in pieces of beat, strands of band, shards of bard,...
I was going to write something about the difference between grieving and compassion. If we are all suffering, as Buddha surmised, then w...