the emigrant pauses on the hill of mirrors
if you believe in weather
then we live on a spinning top
Category Archives: Creation
too many names
I found myself, in the corner with the poets; and in the corner of the poets I found Neruda.
five steps to standing up
raise it to your lips, yes
first taste best
A Topic of Leisure
The branching of the Arne River is by this hill
where its voice grows adult from upstream child…
sing or be silent
What should I say?
“Look, love
our world is this way?”
dark and spark
one dreamed a moon
one dreamed a sun
What is and has been
I leaned into tomorrow as though I were bound to the wind
against traffic
Intentional blindness is sacrilege.
collision
There are points in the career of an artist where a combination of beautiful forces, like the splitting of atoms, crash together to release pure and nearly-perfect light.
the day I went away
On the day I came away
My mother was crying: oh
My sister was crying: ay
And I never looked behind
how they reached for one another
I would begin with the letters they wrote to one another. Begin with their words of the daily, with a thread of love woven around them.
Carnavalesque
It is beautiful to acquire skill – through meditation, through prayer or patience – to simply live with emptiness when it arrives.