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A Poem for Advent
Listen to the poem here. For my Mother at Advent I shall teach my children as you taught me: through patient example, gentle conduct, and shared symbols, gravid with mystery and grace. I recall how in Advents of my youth, you taught...
Flesh Becomes Word Live!
I'll be reading from Flesh Becomes Word Wednesday evening, June 25, at 7 pm at the BonBonerie Cafe in the O'Bryonville neighborhood of Cincinnati. I hope to have some of John's art available, too. More info from Dos Madres Press.
A poem for May
The dog days are now! Listen here. Why dogs are better than people Because they are. Because they are not cats. Because they have no theories, and never weary me with talk of rights, self- esteem, or some such metaphysical crap. Because they like the way things smell...
One More Before National Poetry Month Ends
CLICK HERE TO LISTEN Sacraments (Thank you, Andre Dubus.) School lunchboxes rarely return empty, unearthed from backpacks burdened with bruised fruit, limp crusts – the lingering refuse of schoolroom trades. Were it food alone they grew on, my children would wither...
A Poem for April
Having Crossed the Sea (Exodus 15) I have seen them, dead along the shore, their bloated faces still ripe with hate. And there was one I stopped at to kick— kick him fiercely and hard in the face the way they kicked my now dead husband who wept at making bricks...
A Poem for March
Listen to a reading of this poem here Sorrel Soup Snip two handsful of spring-burst acid leaves, sorrow-weary hearts green as mossy headstones. Slice them thin as battered hope. Confetti these ribbons in simmering water not so salty as tears, where earthy vegetables –...
A Poem for January
Listen to this poem here In Winter January’s sun is snared, bled of color, in black hackberry branches, alive with robin wings. In summer so solitary, they now flock to feast on raisined fruits, darker than their rust-red bellies or the lean fox padding the...
So Long, Juicy
This Monday, I attended a memorial service for a man I didn’t know very well, but well enough to know he’d be missed. Dave “Juicy” Foreman was a sound engineer I’d met through some of the many musicians with whom he worked over the years. He and I talked briefly –...
The Gift of Limits
It’s now been quite some time since I last posted. April was the climax of a ridiculously busy spring, and the downslope toward a saner, more manageable schedule has been long and slow. The whole, mad, busy time, however, got me thinking about art, obstacles, and the...
A Time to Mourn
I haven’t posted here in awhile, my April schedule being incredibly busy. I’ve had places to go and more than enough to do. Monday’s bombings in Boston, however, called me, however briefly, out of my stale self-absorption. When events like this happen – at least when...
