My Mother Believes in Me
My mother believes in me
so the odds bow more to my favor.
Keep Your Heart Clean
… the truth of bells will not be argued…
sparrow’s flight
She lay like fallen leaves. As if a breeze brushed them, her wings fluttered odd angles; as I watched they reached for my breath, through the glass she thought was air.
a snowflake
fell
through light
as light
as breath
life is simple
I would have told the secrets of my life long ago
but there were none: life is simple
Sabzi Korma & Bengali Masur Dal
There is nothing for it but to buy Julie Sahni’s impeccably good taste and kitchen sense, bound in a single volume as Classic Indian Vegetarian Cooking. I wouldn’t dare touch one of her recipes: everything I have tried has come out perfectly.
“An Intimate Dance”
Contact Improvisation as a dance form isn’t concerned with how it looks to move — en pointe, arabesque, step step turn! — but how it feels to move. It is not about the surfaces of the body in movement, but the spirit that moves the body…
Motorcycle & I
There are advantages to learning to clutch with your left hand, and shift with your left foot.
What is Native is Not Mistaken
The shell boy hides his eyes in shallow sleep:
if she falls into her sadness like the wakened
who wanders a secret night he hopes to follow
August 7th, 2011: A Day of Silence
One reason we are leaning over an economic precipice, and our poor human non-heroic legislators are hog-tied and unable to affect change, is because We the People are arguably (and measurably) the most materialistic and consumptive culture the world has yet produced.
evening prayer
Maybe when the fruits have all been brought in, and the chill has taken the green out of the leaves, and there is a little more silence and solitude in the rooms than we wish, it calls out (as the migration-call of south-bound geese) memories and hopes for love.
Longe das planícies
Did I miss the ripening fields: no