Category: Poetry

Zen

Daylight passes over the garden. Wild green things grow thick ‘round the entranceway. Spotted fawns have come by, their mother not far behind. Cat sits and watches.    

Starlight Stay

Here’s a link to my poem Starlight Stay, currently appearing in The Adirondack Review. I wrote this in the middle of the night, up late writing, reading, listening to music, feeling vividly awake and energized.  It’s pretty out of character for me to stay…

Look No Further

…I have some good news, but only for a few more hours. Add a splash of color, no obligation. Enrollment time is now. What are you doing to protect what matters most to you? Last chance to join, last chance to win. Abs in…

Stanley Kunitz’s Poem “The Layers”

The Layers By Stanley Kunitz I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled…

Carl Sandburg’s Poem”Wilderness”

“Wilderness” by Carl Sandburg There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it…

Pilgrimage

All day long, I see things a painter would paint. What is there to complain about? Even my own pain has been endured by thousands before me, and depicted by master sculptors. Pilgrimage, penance, failure, learning to hold one’s self tenderly, in friendship –…

Basho’s Traveling Companion

On the jade-colored plate, yellow fruit. Between the window and folding screen, a bed, some clothing. In the stillness of the forest, water flowing. On the mountainside, plum blossoms. In the rain and mud, wild horses. From a bowl in the hermit’s shelter, steam…

Big Sur

A whale spouted by and I dreamt of the story my life could tell.  I remembered many loved and lost, I received the world, had a conversation with the cosmos. A whale spouted by, the vastness deepened.  I sat, hands in lap, left over…

The Dream Before by Laurie Anderson

Laurie Anderson The Dream Before ~    She said, What is history? And he said, History is an angel Being blown Backwards Into the future He said: History is a pile of debris And the angel wants to go back and fix things To…

“Say You Are Lonely” by William Stafford

Say You Are Lonely ~ William Stafford More still than a star, one thought shies by: what if the sky loved you? But nobody knew?  But that magnet in space pulled hard?  But you acted like nothing at all was reaching or calling for…

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