Posts from the “poetry” Category

Posted on January 31, 2021

healing happens in small ways:a conversation arrives like small waves lapping the shore – time that rolls along until one day you wake up and something doesn’t sting quite so much. layers and layers of stories; years and years of hurt; our understandings are not the same as we have different viewing points but not different points of view. our experience(s) arc similar paths and stretch into an unknown past which we try to decipher by what is said and that which is not said – by what can’t be said. healing happens in small ways: an acknowledgment that what was told might not be truean awareness of something beginning to pierce our being that might bring acceptance of what was.

Posted on May 23, 2018

Two Gifts In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love and the ability to ask questions. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us. ~ Mary Oliver, “The Bright Eyes of Eleanora: Poe’s Dream of Recapturing the Impossible,” from Upstream

“Hymn” by Sherman Alexie

Posted on August 16, 2017

This was posted on his Facebook page earlier today – it’s beautiful and spoke to me:   Hymn Why do we measure people’s capacity To love by how well they love their progeny? That kind of love is easy. Encoded. Any lion can be devoted To its cubs. Any insect, be it prey Or predator, worships its own DNA. Like the wolf, elephant, bear, and bees, We humans are programmed to love what we conceive. That’s why it’s so shocking when a neighbor Drives his car into a pond and slaughter– Drowns his children. And that’s why we curse The mother who leaves her kids—her hearth— And never returns. That kind of betrayal Rattles our souls. That shit is biblical. So, yes, we should…

It’s been wet around here . . . .

Posted on December 19, 2015

Yes, it has been wet around these parts. Stats include: 10.39 inches this month which is 5.58 inches ABOVE normal. 15.62 inches since October 1 (the meteorological rain year start) which is .16 inches ABOVE normal. For this and more, I am grateful. The bike rides in have been wet, but mostly quite enjoyable. I had one ride home with a slashing wind from the south that was strong enough to slap my cheeks with the stings of rain. It made me howl at times. Of course, going home is nice, because it’s, well, home: dry socks, pants, warmth and family. Yep, good times out west, that’s for sure . . . .