Category Archives: poetry

Especially in This Winter We Must Remember Who We Are

It is what we must do each day, inch out on the ice with our hands together for support. It is fascism that attempts to give us security by making us safe from others. Security is always an illusion, a … Continue reading →

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Earthquake Weather

The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.       Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness   “Looks like earthquake weather,” my grandfather used to say this often … Continue reading →

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It’s All So Simple

….Remember you are this universe and this universe is you. Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you. Remember language comes from this. Remember the dance language is, that life is. Remember. From Joy Harjo’s “Remember” From Stony Soil … Continue reading →

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An Initial Attempt to Come to Terms with 2016 : A Poem, 2 Quotes, and A Song

To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, … Continue reading →

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Illustrated Poem

I can only pay attention to one of these at a time: Mary Clayton’s early morning voice breaking, Or an afternoon moth spread on a screen door.

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