Waiting for you

Waiting for you   Waiting for you, as the days and the nights come and go… I will continue waiting till the end of time. Ever since you left me in this world, my soul went after you,  traveling from...

The Past is Glass, Turpentine, Rags: A Garden of Love

 They think they love God! It is only his old clothes—of which they make scarecrows for the children. Where will they come nearer to God than in these very children? —Henry David Thoreau, Journal (Nov...

I split the dawn by Carol Munroe

I split the dawn clutching my pen and thoughts of You and words roaming round my head the clock runs on I won't let go of my marker and my clipboard and thoughs of You like flowers blooming in my head a pink haze dawns the writing...


MIND TO NO-MIND The distance from Mind to No-mind Is only a thought sacrificed It does not exist. A word unspoken A touch unreal A deed dreamt. The roar of silence Stillness spanning Time and Space Deeper and deeper into Being I descend Effortlessly Sans care Sans...

e.e. cummings and the Easter Season

e.e. cummings is one of my favorite poets – most people recognize him for his refusal to capitalize, his odd punctuation, his unorthodox use of space, and his inventive diction. M. L. Rosenthal wrote in...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Eighteen (Harper)

Reuben, Reuben Michael S. Harper My selection this week is the powerful Michael S. Harper poem, "Reuben, Reuben," from the collection Images of Kin, which came out in 1977 and was nominated for a National Book Award.  It has...

Summer Light – by JoyAnne O’Donnell

The blue sky sings with the summer's flowers white daisies the color of clouds wonders the sand so soft blessing us freeing our spirit's bus to rest and revive to wonder and survive.    

Ocean View, Monday, October 11, 2010

Ocean View Monday, October 11, 2010 By Jude Rittenhouse Late today, light’s long fingers—penetrating a wicker chair—made a short-lived lace on a forest green cushion: a briefly flickering legend that will never be precisely repeated and will...

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 Deep but Dazzling Darkness

I think one of the greatest of metaphysical poems is Henry Vaughan’s masterpiece “The Night.” The poem takes as its inspiration the scene from the third chapter of John, Nicodemus visiting Jesus by night....