graveyard dredge: a poem
I it’s hard to think now, how men with their shovelfuls and boatloads and sideroads mixed the best color, the good rock, the pay streak, the bedrock. Get a good …
I it’s hard to think now, how men with their shovelfuls and boatloads and sideroads mixed the best color, the good rock, the pay streak, the bedrock. Get a good …
They say when you come to the end of your life your memory reaches back to those practices …
You look at your bewildered face in the mirror, knowing or, maybe not knowing you are powerless to decide the day, to find your keys and lock the door …
Deer Dancer by M.R. Chochita Today on my morning outing, I made a concentrated effort to walk slowly and pay attention to my footfalls, breathing in…heel to toe, breathing out…stepping …
I took this photo of books on a shelf in an old remote cabin we explored on Iliamna Bay. The cabin was filled with junk; an old stove turned on …
A Story About the Body -Robert Hass The young composer, working that summer at an artist’s colony, had watched her for a week. She was Japanese, a painter, …
This, too…is wonder. -Charlotte Joko Beck, Zen teacher, d.2011Am I dying…or is this my birthday? (when she woke briefly and looked at everyone standing ’round her bed) -Lady Nancy Astor, d. 1964 …
If prayer would do it, I’d pray. If reading esteemed thinkers would do it I’d be halfway through the Patriarchs. If discourse would do it I’d be sitting with …
Nothing changes. The bones of the mammoth are still in the earth. -Adrienne Rich As I was reaching for the sweet potatoes this evening at dinner, I glimpsed my hand …
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