To write a song for you… I’m not sure that would be enough to conquer all the land mines and droughts of ego, to call back love and light and mystery all in their due time. You are an angel from a sky I have not seen; you are a fighter sent to battle withContinue reading “A Song For You”
Category Archives: songs
An Empty Space
There’s an empty space inside you that no one else can steal There’s an empty space inside you and, I assure you, it is real Curl up with tea and blankets open up a book or two And relish the sweet nothingness each empty page brings you Nature has its pleasures;Continue reading “An Empty Space”
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”
Grief
I suppose all I can do is feel it when it comes, and devote my life to loving in a way he, too, deserved to love. for all those we have loved and lost February 3, 2016
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”
Winter
A strong voice; A tight tongue; A golden light; A subtle hum; A white streak; A black vase; A warm hand; A big mistake; A brisk wind; A right wronged; A lonely night; A sad song. January 17, 2016
Teacher
In times of good and bad I let nature be my teacher. One leaf sways as gently as a summer song, not so I can sing along– but to remind me that I belong in these last pieces of greenery, they are not simple scenery they are our home a good climb upon a hill doesContinue reading “Teacher”
The First Day
The day I sat and looked in the mirror I stared: I was looking at me. But it was not me that I saw. My pupils rounded, black trench coats preparing for summer rain my skin relaxed after the ebb and flow of the day I dared not move for there I swearContinue reading “The First Day”
Why be a Feminist?
It’s been on my mind, lately. …….. I watch Zen Buddhism videos every …… day and yet today is the ….. first I have watched a woman. …. The songs on the radio really …. are just “okay,” when one yells … “pussy” I shrink inwards, when “Choice,” … “Respect,” and dare I mention “Love” …. areContinue reading “Why be a Feminist?”
Reaching Joy 