It comes back around The April Rain The letter I mailed last week without an address by strange degrees: my memories My children grown to versions of myself Our voices back and forth on the telephone Is that me? Is it you? Our quiet Mornings These diseases that confound and disrupt an entire turning world … Continue reading April 30 Return
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April 29 My Dog
This is a Sad NaPo cheat since Years ago, when I was playing music and making records, I wrote this--kinda for kids. I was working with young people those days and today I couldn't find either the lyrics or the recording so some of these are fudged due to time and memory constraints. My dog … Continue reading April 29 My Dog
April 28 The Corner Room Upstairs
A wall slants overhead Cabbage rose, water stained my ears ache hot against a cool cotton pillowcase in this slim single bed its knotted white coverlet walnut lamp–stand where Mama's grandmother Martha kept her teeth in a cup that now holds a glass of water a yellow thermometer. A jar of Vicks Vapo-Rub Mentholates the … Continue reading April 28 The Corner Room Upstairs
April 27 Stunning Debut
Stunning Debut You’ve gotta love it! Sometimes the way morning sun hits the chimney stone requires few words. The beauty of the thing saves us from its fleeting devastation. Each “reading “of the moment, another layer of awakening. Understanding. Simple. Profound. Challenging. I cannot recommend more highly this gorgeous interplay of what’s shown, then hidden, … Continue reading April 27 Stunning Debut
April 26 Almanac
Dear Mother, the rain is soft this dark morning. Our little dog breathes roughly on the couch. This house, in stairsteps is a dream I’ve had of climbing to nowhere, afraid of nothing, everything broken glass between us, elaborate gates to the halls of wisdom somewhere in the vanishing -line view up the way. Our … Continue reading April 26 Almanac
April 25 Glad For The Sound Of Another Voice
These hard times shut down –open up. “Thank you, Thank you and have a nice day.” So much Loving Kindness, of grieving safety. I’ve missed the sound of a stranger’s voice. I recognize unabashed gratitude and something like shame rises, with the aching need to ask for what is needed, the sound of a voice … Continue reading April 25 Glad For The Sound Of Another Voice
April 24 In Teresa’s Orchard
In Teresa’s Orchard Only two trees remain in the old apple orchard but buckets & sieves, a press, wooden pestle mashers, evidence of bygone industry nearby You cannot imagine your Victorian Grandmother would have tolerated much hooch for the household. But maybe. Who knows? Winesaps, pippins, northern spy, the trees Were there before the people … Continue reading April 24 In Teresa’s Orchard
April 23 Q
Odd little curly-Q with its hook, its running leg torn fingernail Jewelry clasp Eyelash letter of nobility and outcasts oddkins and originals 10 point Scrabbler # 17 threads the eye of the needle wags its tail a friend of U K’s cousin jewel in the crown Mistress of all Questions.
April 22 Hanging Noodles
Jenni said she was broke as a dog’s hind leg so we met up at my place & I supplied a bottle of wine and the facial masks --a French green clay to absorb all the toxicity accumulating in our young blood. Add in a splash of another substance or two and the night became … Continue reading April 22 Hanging Noodles
April 21 Found in Translation
(excerpt from Estonian poet Hasso Krull) Öö on täis auke. Need vilguvad, plingivad, helgivad, aknad öös ja aknad taevas, olemise aknad ja aknad ilma olemise vajaduseta. Seisame trepil ja teeme suitsu. Sigaretitäpid on liikuvad aknad, liikuvad augud, ilma leegita tuli ja meil on vaja siin trepil olla. Found in Translation Oh this awakening, so good … Continue reading April 21 Found in Translation
Early Morning Poems 