I. Let’s not listen to music, let the lyrics come on their own. Open the door. Let the birds sing. The ground sweat. You do not always have to be the dancer, alone in the corner, swaying under hanging plants and borrowed words. Do the birds sing of lost love? Do the trees dreamContinue reading “Slow Love”
Category Archives: birds
through my window
the intersection of tree and sky, the lines they paint across pale blue horizons while two black specks of bird chase each other. *** Truth, expanding over snow-dipped houses– it will never be found beneath my pen. *** the earth knows things my mind cannot see. *** but I can still sit back, exhale, and soak in theContinue reading “through my window”
on lunch break
how nice it is to sit by the river and unwind, blink by blink. you know your same-old view in the city: skyscraper tree tops that leave you wanting for a chickadee where can I find just one bird? (the pigeons are beautiful, mind you.) I yearn to hear a song; the waterContinue reading “on lunch break”
Rings
It would never have worked out anyway, you and I. . Me, a lonely tree, still sturdy enough to shelter you when there was rain my own pain present in my rings– you wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t made you ask. . You, a fallen sparrow, just looking for a place to stay until youContinue reading “Rings”
You
So you– you– want to write a poem? Start by walking out your front door and saying hello to every face you meet: bird in the sky, leaf on the lawn, a summer wind falling gently over you and you still– still– want to write a poem? After an over-worked day at theContinue reading “You”
Enter
One falls into life as one into a wave of innocence and time, front porch balconies aligned with mason jar lights and salty sea air Seagulls rise and fall into murky depths, unbeknownst to the fish in front of them, awaiting God’s approval to tilt their heads to the sun You enter thisContinue reading “Enter”
Reaching Joy 