Give up what you’ve done. Change the sky. Throw things away! Give up the what’s gone before. This is about you. Stop being someone else. Love god, who is here all day, has not left, cannot take a bus toRead more…
What are you waiting for?
Too-close buzz, steel-shod electric clippers pulling off the hair. Bumblebees in their striped jackets, cousins of hummingbirds, not gliding but fired over nectar or beauty, fierce darts of the sky, spun from sugar, like my plans, inferred from the unseenRead more…
Do not cling to hard labors
I touched it, in the quiet when I made myself, for 3 continuous seconds, focus on what has been so good. It’s got me now. Like the tar baby. The more I pull back from this great pulsation behind things,Read more…
No Longer Writing
In the late pull of afternoon watered down by autumn coming something is wrong. The crack that has been growing through the plaster over the low quiet summer has begun, as I can’t, to weep. Approaching fingers catch a deepRead more…