This arrived in my mailbox just in time form national poetry month. Looks like a treasure and it was oh so carefully wrapped in a page from a 1989’s Rand McNally Atlas and then a mailer of recycled cardboard. Well … Continue reading →
A prompt went through my iPhone to write a 4 line poem without… You figure it out: When Truth Came When truth came to her, No longer fearing the quiet, Her gaze went to the window, The gathering twilight framed.
What does poetry do? Nothing and everything, like air, water, soil, like birds, fish, trees, like love, spirit, our daily words … It lives with us, in and outside us, everywhere, all the time, and yet, we are too often oblivious of this gift. It’s a poet’s job to bring this gift out and back, this gift that makes us human again. – Wang Ping (writing about Ghassan Zaqtan, translated by Fady Joudah) Continue reading →
On my way home today, I stopped twice to take photos of the sky because, well, if I tried to portray a sky that looked like that people would think ‘hmmm that’s too stylized. No clouds would ever look that way…’ Continue reading →
e-filing taxes •
casting electronic spells •
now an April rite. Continue reading →
This is how it happens. We get the Dream, but we don’t get to dictate every step toward the dream.
