My soul work is this
That I no longer hope to be a saint That I no longer think you want me to be That …
Category Archives: Muse
Nighttime flight to London
i. you call it an expanse but I see the rivers, no whitecap flecks, just warp and weft of current …
It is no wonder
Is it a wonder that I am more drawn to watching the birds flit than to reading your words, again? …
Buddhista 3
It is a miracle that you survive day after long day in the cold, under rain, through whining wind. Once, …
Buddhista 2
You sit on the stump of the old willow where last stood a luxurious swaying, deep shade for hot summer …
Buddhista 1
I will buy for you a cedar box, red, fragrant when rain falls, broad and steady, and plant it near …
What love could learn from fungus if it would only listen
I wish you could spread in that restless, vindictive, ambling way — to not be held back, to spew spores …
In the middle of the night
How you pull me down and up at once. In you I see ancient, raw days when I brought something …
An exercise
Stones are easy to stack when they have been split and sanded. The challenge is to balance uneven ones, those …
Love like a river
Even the meek swell with water running down. Come now, spill yourself into our long water. Let it trail you …
Poems from in between 