February 2010
50 posts
How Many Nights
How many nights have I lain in terror, O Creator Spirit, Maker of night and day,
only to walk out the next morning over the frozen world hearing under the creaking of snow faint, peaceful breaths… snake, bear, earthworm, ant…
and above me a wild crow crying ‘yaw yaw yaw’ from a branch nothing cried from ever in my life.
— Galway Kinnell
January 2010
21 posts
Fishing
Then, it was easy to believe the sad world would be gentle. Rowing toward shore, walking through the meadow’s yellow grass, carrying a string of sunfish to the kitchen’s screen door, I’d think of friends leaving their houses and driving the darkening roads to dine on my catch beneath a full moon under the maple tree on a linen-covered picnic table by the lake, where, all evening, ...
WatchHolly Miranda “Waves”
“The trouble with pleasure is the timing…”
– from One of the Butterflies by W.S. Merwin
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Joy
Who could need more proof than honey— How the bees with such skill and purpose enter flower after flower sing their way home to create and cap the new honey just to get through the flowerless winter. And how the bear with intention and cunning raids the hive shovels pawful after pawful into his happy mouth bats away indignant bees stumbles off in a stupor of satiation and stickiness. ...
Pine-Trees And The Sky: Evening
I’d watched the sorrow of the evening sky, And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover, And heard the waves, and the seagull’s mocking cry. And in them all was only the old cry, That song they always sing — “The best is over! You may remember now, and think, and sigh, O silly lover!” And I was tired and sick that all was over, And because I, For all my thinking,...
i love jews
“You live here too. Which means I’m not special. We’re all carnies, though some...”
– Notes from the Tilt-a-whirl
