Life exists in moments we’re dying in between but living – this living –thrives from joy to joy Each joy carries us under its wing safe, protected for awhile from the harsh wind and from circling vultures, biding their time. They know – and we know – we are walking carrion. Our passions wasting –… Continue reading Dying In Between
Storytellers – almost all – when food and drink abound, in loosened tongues and memories long-hidden, long-removed. It births among us belly-laughs and tears that flood deep spaces as we recall unfathomable names and times and places. Every person in this room a sacred mystery of love and loss, of hope and fear – a… Continue reading Storytellers Almost All
Yes, the above photo IS Lake Superior. From my personal collection of photos taken by a non-photographer. 🙂 A short for you this morning -- I'm not sure whether I'm finished with this poem, but I thought I might as well share it anyway. As always, I love your comments, questions, suggestions. ***** The fog… Continue reading The Fog Upon Superior
It breaks upon Superior Like glacier melt or heart unmelt And starless Night weighs heavy, low Upon my dreams and love, unfelt It catches in my lungs - the air So bitter from this New Moon sky And seizes up inside my chest The tears that Night forbade me cry And if I could I… Continue reading Indigo
