a hut I have made
A few weeks ago I went over to the little pond where I sometimes go to read, write, think, meditate, take pictures, pray. My mother's buried just up the hill and the forty acres that... More »
A few weeks ago I went over to the little pond where I sometimes go to read, write, think, meditate, take pictures, pray. My mother's buried just up the hill and the forty acres that... More »
Another Spring White birds over the grey river. Scarlet flowers on the green hills. I watch the Spring go by and wonder If I shall ever return home. --Tu Fu
Burnt Kabob Last year I admired wines. This year I am wandering inside the red world. Last year I gazed at the fire. This year I am burnt kabob. Thirst drove me down to the... More »
Self-Portrait by David Whyte It doesn't interest me if there is one God or many gods. I want to know if you belong or feel abandoned. If you can know despair or see it in... More »
Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships. --Charles Simic
this song by Hem has special meaning for me. http://youtube.com/watch?v=JQ_vT34wfkE
Last Speaker of Alaska's Eyak Language Turns 81 Her kingdom for one more argument about the color of sand in January. Now she sends her bucket into the well of English, mainly, never saying anything... More »
The hard brown football shapes of pecans Fall in wooden drifts along The angles of her rooftop, The nutty wedges of amber meat Mouldering as she hears that dull ripe rain Arrive And then diminish... More »
This rendered clay hangs blued by canvas in the heat: A dome and a tongue, Silent. The lake of its body ripples like a sweet viscous river in the light And all the unearthly wideness... More »
REPARATIONS A group of people look into the well. I lean over too, we stare at each other upside down. There's a man mannequin in the water. One of the people says we should... More »