from one of my favorite pod casts/websites The Peace of Wild Things BY WENDELL BERRY, SPECIAL CONTRIBUTOR When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake restsContinue reading “A Share”
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Let America Be America Again
Langston Hughes, 1902 – 1967 Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed— Let it be that great strongContinue reading “Let America Be America Again”
To Be Me
What a struggle to be me, sitting here so patiently waiting for a new train to come, the last one long gone, gone, gone… We need nothing, and yet there is longing; we want everything, and yet here it is: everything, sitting on some stone in my backyard. All alone, it has sat. Continue reading “To Be Me”
Danni
You are an artist You are my little sister I am very proud – December 18, 2016 – My haiku for my sister ❤
Dad
Always working hard Making sauce, giving bear hugs Finding God in us December 18, 2016 This year for Christmas, I am writing haikus for each member of my family. Here is my first one for my dad.
Trees
My back is strong like a piece of bark it has its edges but it is stable, it stands tall– it is stillness and silence and me. These elements of control have never been my friend. Illusive fears of loosing a self that I had forged by lack of force the word loss–Continue reading “Trees”
Haiku 1
releasing tension can be harder than it looks when you are human March 20, 2016
About You
The day I write a poem about you– then I’ll start considering love. Until then, leave it on my front step, off with the paper and my morning coffee; let me read about it in books, watch movies that make me cry. I don’t know why this song keeps on singing, over andContinue reading “About You”
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”
In Me
Like a tree, there is a poem in me, whispering away until May, covering the Earth with mud and clay––– filling silence and swaying until it turns the same gray it was yeterday, mixed in dust all along shys away, like veins they are my branches, write traditional rhymes to fill all of my lines becauseContinue reading “In Me”
Reaching Joy 