Day 12: Where do we belong?
byTime for Reflection Six weeks before Easter Lent comes every year The altar cloths change To prepare our hearts and minds Sorrow is…
poetry
Bats Moving Under Eaves of Trees (Two of Pentacles or Coins)
byYou swim in your own attire, a pool of darker hour made weightless…
Courage
bycourage reminds me of kids and crayons: the continuous lines, the ambiguous reasons…
from Terra Lucida
bygiven that The clouds compel the sun then glow on its behalf. * (The sky trembles with the cry of noon dawn till twilight.)…
Recursive
byMore neurons in the brain than stars in the Milky Way…
Added Value
byRed Hook Community Farm. The 12-ft tall corn stalks and bales of hay
give it away. Garden beds over asphalt…
Grapes
byI saw some grapes growing in a field.
No one was tending them
to be some rich man’s wine.
No one was tending them at all.
Probability and Perfection
byGiving Thanks
for Broken Bread
Thunder crumbles, stale bread
through worn hands. He breaks
The Fourth Thursday of November
byApple pie sometimes speaks To us of mother love or patriotism My tongue usually takes the message without second thought.
Son of How Waves are Spun
bymy thoughts are the arc of your ponytail perfect and completely meaningless to the majority of the world allowing desperation in like a dog…