The moon is overhead and filling every night, so bright the world can't sleep, but rolls from dusk to dawn, trees and human objects limned by its smiling sight; into its stillness a single person sails, his water the blue-lit road and ship his own two heels. Solitude the hull's name, it move at peace, …
a river doesn’t practice how to flow it lets go from the instant it was born and falls into the arms of its bed its being wells up against what you or I would call an obstacle and melts around it if you think you are dammed up, well ask your breath for a word …
Someone knocked. It’s 4:30 AM. The entire local Earth is muffled by a foot of snow so even cars (should they pass by) hush by. Every creature sleeps or is silent, winged predation, or a predator’s intent. One of my cats is a small sandbag across my ankle, the nocturnal knocked out of him. The …
Was there not a flower found its sun through simple blossoming? I thought that's how it's done ignore the driven wooden root, ignore the thorn's intent instead, invest in feminine receipt and open petals, welcome summer's heat. Was there a flower couldn't find the sun through simple blossoming? Its wooden nail is buried in the …
At a birthday party the other night. A glass of wine, a meal, a toast, easy talk, genial anecdotes, a circle of laughter, good night. Somewhere along the thread of a conversation, one of the party-goers mentioned (wistfully, patiently, perhaps resignedly) that she was wondering when she would find "Mister Right". Anyone with some measure of intimacy with their own …
This weekend, 60 people gathered to celebrate the art of love – as expressed in the gentle and sweet music of Enid Ames, modern musician and composer of southern New Hampshire, and in the words of Jelalludin Rumi, b 1207 in what was then the eastern margin of the Persian Empire, and what is now …
It is wonderful to sit out the sleepless night, which the fire of anger has lit! Like watching the full moon rise over a lake, or sun ignite the ocean: a little light comes, then more and more, until a new whole landscape is revealed, in spite of yourself. In the case of rolling and turning in your covers, …
Yesterday I received, as a gift, a book.
Certain roles warrant mention, and those that play them, however often in the wings, deserve to step forward and take a bow. Once upon a time there was a little girl… not the first girl nor the first time, but let us say the first this time 'round. The first First Tooth, the first one …
Tangle – Mark Schultz If you could sing the wind, your voice should wear a sighing sound, as if from distant sources you had flown, and half-way through your flight your wings were weary but not yet done. Or a whistling of time through the sieve: divided into strands that strain then stream in parallel …
Lately I have neither composed melody nor lyric, because music, however you follow its fragrance, requires the flower. Simple or complex, the blossom must open, the color be expressive and expressed: if that bud is all-potential, then the hand must wait for later summer, for more sun, for rain; and if the petals have stretched, …
The back of the Canadian $10 note bears the motto "In Service of Peace", and below it, a poem. Although Lieut. Col. John McRae had been a doctor for years, and had served in the South African War, he could never dull himself to the suffering, the screams, and the blood, and had seen and …