inevitable intimacy
I woke up this morning and knew I am going to write about my time in the cabin.
I trust I will meet all manner of critics on my way to the end of this...
A public exhibition
Here I sit, hunched over my construction paper, gripping a crayon so tightly that it snaps in half. Arm curved protectively around the paper, so close that it curls and crimps the corners of...
Lectio Poetica: What is the Question?
“Sometimes . . . you come to a place whose only task is to trouble you with tiny but frightening requests . . .” – David Whyte
Ten years ago, just three months after falling...
a path into the woods
a path into the woods
the desire to make a path I can follow
begins to take its form.
I am in no rush to reach the river.
the Virginia woods have a lightness in them
the Indians were...
the pilgrim journeys
solstice song – 2013
now ride the darkness and the flame
dark hair streaming
sifting the darkness
with starlit eyes
petals fall in this lean wind
bless us
with a touch of your wings
bless us with wings
return to us, your arms...
The Dancer
Establishing rules for poetry is like putting the dancer in a cage. She may gain an audience but her heart grows faint.
Walking with Wisdom
The seeker walked with Wisdom and came upon the cemetery of her servants. "Learn and move on", she said. "Their teachings may set you free, but their attendants will lock you in the catacombs...
Little Dove, Darling Butterfly
Little dove, I can think
of a thousand reasons
why I could say
, this tree is not your home
But the stars above
would passionately disagree
noting every time you are near
, the way you glow
is as...
My Soul, My Sprite of Inner Light
It was a summer day. The afternoon heat had summoned clouds from crystal blue, and thunder rolled across the heavens as a reminder; the sky still had a voice. As I trudged onward, the...
Where Creativity Resides
Kishkes is a Yiddish—originally Russian—word for guts or intestines. My immigrant grandparents considered kishkes in a sausage-like form to be a delicacy that I never dared to taste. My father, who grew up speaking...