Seeing, from the Cheap Seats

There are gifts that come of breathing, that come of blood driving through veins,   no charge. Just being.    One is the noise of existence.  Another is when the noise stops.   After the theater  of the self has closed;  after the season of the self  goes to reruns, music    begins, slow, silent.  [Read More...]

National Poem In Your Pocket Day #pocketpoem

It’s Poem In Your Pocket Day, and like a springtime bird still dazed by the snow, I dart, twisting my head, in unbelief at all the food. It’s Poem In Your Pocket Day, and everywhere is a poem. Twist your gaze, grab some unbelief: the snow is gone. Look. Look at the food. http://www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/406 [Read more...]

Doubt, the Scurry

Thinking of it is your first mistake. A scurry caught in the corner of a cat’s eye– did it dart down that hole, that, or that? One thing for certain–it won’t come back to sure, after you catch a scurry out of the corner . . . Then you’re a cat peering down that crack, [Read More...]


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