Tag: poet’s journal

3.4.2015

I am learning finally how to be vulnerable, how to ask for help, and how to lean on friends and trust that they’ll stand steady beneath the weight. I’m coming to this lesson rather late in life, but this is a good step forward. But … Continue reading 3.4.2015

2.26.2015

after a poem by Ono no Komachi too soon the bloom has slipped from the stem – a light lost over the deepening sill of evening and back and forth, the beads are slipped slowly down the thread while I wait with the rain

2.20.2015

that absence hangs around, a lone note held – b-flat drifting long after the tables have emptied a blind man would have known to find a way away from you but fire makes us stupid and before this space was vacant it. was. on. fire. … Continue reading 2.20.2015

2.18.2015

there's nothing quite so fine as drinking prison wine sitting on upturned milk crates with an aging Boxer dog and the best red-headed smartass I've ever had the pleasure of not completely falling for - not like all those others some lovers leave and others … Continue reading 2.18.2015

2.16.2015

I can't forget that day the hummingbird darted through the snow - you slept through it - content with the dogs in a patch of morning sunlight, which found and stroked the red-gold stubble on your cheeks the way I wished that I might without … Continue reading 2.16.2015

2.12.2015

snippets from the past few days the snowdrops have been stepped on by some unwary foot - they are closer now to mud than to sky - but the crocus persists and the daffodils are showing their greening tips I had to side-step several puddles … Continue reading 2.12.2015