Even Now
I read it once, a poem
Saved in the depths of a small novel.
Even now, the memory of love’s infatuation from earlier in life.
Even now, again
Alice Miller On Seeking Redemption…
New Age
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
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Thinking and Feeling
The way you think is the way you feel. Or is it, the way you feel is the way you think? Can’t it be both? Aren’t they inseparable and not something to disentangle in an effort to establish a source. The source […]
The Room Never Sleeps
This room I visit never sleeps. It watches as I come to bed. It waits around me through the night. And when I wake and leave, it is there, silent and accepting, and will stay until I return. Like every place we […]
Your Path
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Between you and this
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Your Tasks
Your creative energy will hold your life in check until it is released. That energy will block not only your feelings, turning them to tension, pain, and despair, but it will also block your very experience of life. We each one of […]
Saturn’s Ring
On the gray, flat roof of a Brooklyn building, Square and safe and separate from the city, Watching a crescent moon sink towards Manhattan, Enjoying the night breeze after a hot day, Saturn, rising over my left shoulder, Is a tiny promise […]
Find a Flower
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Old Dogs
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Coming Home by Mary Oliver
Bring authority to a reading of your poems? It would be poison to do so. The critics can’t help themselves, of course. It is the nature of a grasping mind to think it is possessing and corralling. But where does the poison […]