. . . . . . “The ego gets what it wants with words. The soul finds what it needs in silence.” Richard Rohr Rest. . . In that place where endless sky meets ocean wave Where plump blue berry meets thin green leaf, Where clarity gifts a kaleidoscope of joy. . . . . . Breathe and breathe and never mind The house begging for repair, the tree wanting a trim. Never mind the floors awaiting the broom The accounts… Read More

“If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.”  Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass I think it was Sherman Alexie who said imagination plus anger equals poetry. Here we might be inclined to say imagination plus acceptance and a soupçon of humor equals poetry as Gary W. Bowers, Paul Brookes, Deb y Felio (Deb Felio), Jen Goldie, Marta Pombo Sallés, and Anjum Wasim Dar conjour their afterlives, their dissipation “Into… Read More

“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.” Victor Hugo, Les Misérables At the flower market this morning I thought of us and our naked lives Did you notice the star lilies bowing and the whirling cups of green calyxes? A painter’s pallette of color there fretting in terra-cotta, feral and windblown A fabulous fusion of… Read More

The sweetness of dogs (fifteen) What do you say, Percy? I am thinking of sitting out on the sand to watch the moon rise. Full tonight. So we go and the moon rises, so beautiful it makes me shudder, makes me think about time and space, makes me take measure of myself: one iota pondering heaven. Thus we sit, I thinking how grateful I am for the moon’s perfect beauty and also,… Read More