I. Our Daily Dance The waning moon has this hour turned above the crowns of trees, and spilled its liquid light into the yard. So this evening is accompanied by a shadow of sun's heat. The same moon that years and years ago was torn from earth's belly, born from her and borne away …
Flying out of the east in splendor the silver beauty of the wings, oh beauty poised and driving like twin knives, and all those migratory lives depending, as it happened, on the magic of rivets and steel webs and pilots immune to fear — so be …
Certas canções – Milton Nascimento Certas canções que ouço cabem tão dentro de mim que perguntar carece como não fui eu que fiz? Certa emoção me alcança corta-me a alma sem dor certas canções me chegam como se fosse o amor Contos da água e do fogo cacos de vidas no chão cartas do sonho …
Nick Van Alstine, 1982-2010 There's a shout from the water: a man is struggling with the current, his mouth fills as he goes under. He clears the surface, spits out salt, finds clean air, gasps it in, shouts again. He is drowning. He knows it. His voice leans out in all directions, asks …
uma palavra balançou na ponta da língua falada, calada, falada, calada batuque rítmo de coração será que este por do sol seja à medida do seu nascer? o menino enraizado só (arvore-gurí, criança-flor) se sente o peso diferente nas almas dos seus pés; de cima, entretanto sol é sol até o día em que sangue …
Leaning back into the sofa, the leather cushions gave themselves to her head and neck, like two hands receiving, gently laying her down. She drew a full breath, exhaled part of the day, and her limbs relaxed. When I close my eyes, this parade, she thinks. Parade or surrealist painting. That beautiful girl in my …
Plum was heaven Plum was stem Until the season’s turn And early rain’s intention Until the bud’s desire Until the blossom-burst Until bee pollen-scattering And Sun’s divine attention The fruit imagination Until its flesh uncovered Until its curve encountered The touch of tongue and teeth Until the sweet surrender Its sugar-water tendered …
Maybe it was – seems long ago – I danced on a flickering flame so my feet would burn if I stood my ground and another tongue, insistent, called my name I'd lean into tomorrow as though I were bound to the wind Where does an echo lead? I heard a sound, I turned; again; the globe as it spun …
First I believed in magic, and then I didn’t, but that was only because I had learned – or been taught – the wrong definition. You see, when the faeries existed, back then, when the spirits existed, they really did exist. When a quarter appeared under my pillow (or was it a dime? or was it a …
Spring has arrived with its signature flourish. I enjoy the recognition. It began years ago with delight The snow's crust hardened then softened, then became lace through which the roadside stream could be seen, happily (did my happiness make that water happy?) spilling and tumbling downhill past our home. A small stick in a small hand makes the hole …
Somewhere among the trials of innocence, lessons of winning and losing. And then: that young mind, that open heart, has almost no distance to travel, from saying "I won" to "I'm right", and… ah! Then my dear hearts, dear children, you have lost your sight, your liberty of movement, and each step forward will be …
There are two kinds of roads. I see the first so clearly: I can allow my eyes to drop from the horizon for a moment, and there are my feet, one before the other, one after the other, while the world slips away underneath a pace at a time. That’s about two yards, if I …