“And the soul is up on the roof in her nightdress, straddling the ridge, singing a song about the wildness of the sea until the first rip of pink appears in the sky.” –Billy Collins, from The Night House
1. Empty of sight you gave yourself away to those who were blind to your gift– as you were. You. They devoured your sweet juices, spit out the pith and rind of you as you did. You. 2. Years went by. Watchful, rind-thick, rind-bitter, you cradled the memory of...
This. This log boom gliding silently on pewter waves tethered umbilically to a single tug. Squat, snub-nosed, face only a mother could love– This small bundle of muscle and will pulls a once-upon-a-time forest effortlessly– a loggy wake. O, the power of...
This Fall has been a time of accelerating change, in the lives of so many of us, and in the life of our world. For the most part, these are changes we have actively chosen — and they are evolutionary in their effects. And yet, some of our inner selves are more...
This four-minute video poem–my very first!–emerges from my deep desire to see you and every one you love shine your light in the world, joyfully, freely, fully. Free of the Not-Enoughs and Shoulds–the Have-To’s and Maybe’s and...
SUNDAY POEM GOING AWAY Strolling on the beach with my son yesterday, sun licking our faces, a sparkling sea washed over our feet. I breathed a prayer: Thank you. Thank you for this day. Fronds of seaweed licked the tidal sands, flickered, receded– returned...
