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Remembrance
Brown and white feather found, recent and perfect, turning gray as I write. Pangs, sparks felt along the taut arc of the shaft as if not far from its electric body. A large petal… lost.
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Finding the Unexpected
"Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds...
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Remembering India
“Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.” — Rabindranath Tagore I remember is a great way to jump-start a writing session. This one about India took 15...
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Writing about Broken Glass as an exercise. There’s a poem in here somewhere! Crescent moon slivers, slivers of old crescent moons Crescent moon curve curves round necks with collars and jagged...
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Looking Creatively
“The sight impressed me somehow as about the most important, the most integral that it had ever been my pleasure to gaze upon” — William Carlos Williams One exquisite poem arose from Williams going...
View ArticleOld as new
To find the focal point, follow your gaze behind my grandmother Above her thick calf coming over the rail, is a line of bushes with sunlight crystallizing on their tops. Above them is a clear black...
View ArticleDirections
Turn left at the pink temple. You can’t miss it – it’s Pepto-Bismol pink, plastered with dark bruises. And it’s enormous. Despite the delicate iron archway, high over the star-like intersection, the...
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More Seeing
“They that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament, and they that turn many to righteousness, as the stars for ever and ever." Daniel 12:3 Sunday. No church, no yoga, but deep looking...
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Embracing the Unknown
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that and I intend to end up there. —...
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Rayos
I take pleasure in and comfort from Féderico García Lorca’s small poem, compact and contained from its title to its last period/punto. It is the only poem I have managed to memorize. The trail of ‘o’...
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Rest in Peace
“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.” ~Leonard Cohen
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