Spinning Tales, It’s in our Bones
Story-telling is in our bones. It rises through us like sap through roots and leaves into the air. It began …
Story-telling is in our bones. It rises through us like sap through roots and leaves into the air. It began …
I’ve been working on a poem I began here on this blog. It is a process, a gentle undoing and …
I’ve revised the poem I posted yesterday. I think this version better captures the heart of it. Let me know …
Field Notes from Within My heart is a staunch defender of allI am, beating with relentless passionthe wherewithal of my …
Instructions for the Journey The self you leave behindis only a skin you have outgrown.Don’t grieve for it.Look to the …
Brimless Being Sharp edges, sharp endings, thingsthat shatter like teacups on tiled floors,hurt feelings, resentments, things thatbind like too-tight shoes. …
I came across this much beloved sailing poem recently, which captures so beautifully and vividly my own exuberant experiences at …
Three summers I spent by the river in the heat of a homeless camp. (Having left my father’s home, which …
The Negro Speaks of Rivers I’ve known rivers:I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of …
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must havethe stubbornness to accept our …