What Healing Looks Like

I remember as a teenager, home alone one afternoon, listening over and over to David Bowie sing “Is there Life on Mars?” while gazing at the cover of his Hunky Dory album. I longed to be able to articulate the feelings I had inside me, and somehow this British man wearing makeup came closer than [Read More...]

To Becoming Silent

by Pablo Neruda (translation by David Breeden) Now, let’s all count to twelve, then keep still. For once on this earth, let’s speak in no language. For once let’s stop and not move our arms so much. That would be a fragrant moment, without hurry, without movement; we would all be together in an instantaneous [Read More...]

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...]

Autumn Light, Surprise

So, evening fell on you, didn’t it? And you did not know   what day. Did not know what had broken. You had   not expected it to have gone so far, the year. Did not   expect to have rounded again from light to dark on   this day. And it’s surely some saint’s [Read More...]

Here, In This Flow

The turtles go out of their water this time of year, slow on roadways, slow to mating somewhere, or slow to dates with car tires. No, there’s no enlightenment– there’s no one there. (That’s Buddhism 101 each day teaches.) No, there’s no virtue– there’s no one there. Only being. Lost in this movement I rub [Read More...]

Benediction for the Wind (on the occasion of a killer tornado)

What better way to get people praying than to remind us of random chance? What better way than the cold logic of air rising, falling, killing here, not there; this one, not that. Where I come from we name them by a year: 2011, 1957, 1925, and remember deaths, 695, 255, 12. What better way [Read More...]

Elegy for April 22 and Richie Havens

Some days are like others And some days Richie Havens dies.  It’s more Than a dream that a Guitar can sigh and take Some lucky ones with it.  Muddy. Richie. Robert– Temples. Churches. BP, They bow before the hands That move those strings.  Even the devil, money  Himself, will say uncle To one song like [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...]

A is for…Afebrile.

I was braced for a strange and challenging week with my partner out-of-state for a work trip, but then our little babe was hospitalized for an infected (and previously undetected) cyst at her throat, and things really got surreal. Somewhere in the midst of the past five days (only five?!), we started making some fun [Read More...]

Serious Life

Life, you’ve noticed, is serious. In all seriousness, it kicks your butt, then, in all seriousness laughs about it. Life is serious. Life has at least two suits and a hundred pairs of shoes. Life spends its waking hours worried; vigilant; staring. Life won’t take “no” as answer. Life takes no prisoners. Except when it [Read More...]


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