“I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my noseholes–everywhere. Until it’s every breath I breathe. I’m going to go out like… Read More

abundance lifted on the arc of time then the folding in ~ the circular successions of creation and negation forever changing, dark and luminous nature and destiny, coming and passing ever active, whole, eternally nameless the wild river, the still mountain the wordless mystery © 2016, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved

after Pablo Neruda let us sit without movement, without words harmless not trampling the ant or butchering the steer neither selling nor buying no birthing, no dying fisherfolk transfixed above the wave carpenters silent by the bench . . . . . poet lay down your pen let every hand be still ~ slow the racing heart, the speed-demon mind let us now praise the peace ” . . . we will count to… Read More

. . . . . .Resting. . . in that place where endless sky meets ocean wave, where plump blue berry meets thin green leaf, where illumination gifts fifty shades of joy. . . . . . Breathing and breathing and never minding the house begging for repair, the tree wanting a trim. Never minding the floors awaiting the broom, the accounts begging for their balance . . . . . . . . . Only joy … from the… Read More