Category: Muse

• 11/20

  Earth grieves each November, again finds itself wailing in sorrow, refusing to get out of bed. For its own tears and distresses, the world collapses into itself, spends the month grinding through cold damp, discordant winds, while its resistance slips away into the long lonely meditation that always follows death. ———- From Li Po, “Listening…

  Jenifer

  November 20, 2016

  Bite-sized sampler, Death, From Li Po, Grief, Meditation, Muse, Nature, Seasons

  poetry

• Wondrous grit of life

  o’ wondrous pain, illuminating discomfort — how you have painted this earth to suit your ease, the slow swing of your step it is perhaps a sign of your privilege that you praise cuts and bruises to small children who do not know to defend your princess could not sleep with even a pea under…

  Jenifer

  November 4, 2016

  Death, Dying, From Hafiz, Grief, Love, Mother, Muse, Pain, Tanka, Violence

  poetry

• So cold the sky

  waves roll in, tossed over themselves by November winds that scrape surface up and over, up and over, coil under clouds, moan through cedars, find me here, damp, burying the roots of this sapling today as if in a ceremony of dark days, bewitched by the sky long turned cold and forceful, my magic increases…

  Jenifer

  October 25, 2016

  Ancient, Art, Fantasy, Meditation, Muse, My window at night, Nature, Pentwater, Seasons, Story, Traveling

  poetry

• From Hafiz

  Everyday they fall. The leaves tumble down through branches, tossed by rolling breeze, find their way to mother earth, shaken out like threadbare rugs, freed from dust, from the lively flesh that filled out their netting. They wonder, am I more true or less nestled again in this damp home, changed so from my high…

  Jenifer

  October 22, 2016

  Dying, From Hafiz, Grief, Meditation, Muse, Nature, Seasons

  poetry

• Taking the car to the beach

  this is not quite the breeze that wound past us when we entered the woods off the dirt road and into the forest path, wheel ruts covered in moss, air mingling sea, hemlock, wintergreen, moss, and the fresh soil overturned when you backed out of the cul-de-sac because a tree had fallen that winter while…

  Jenifer

  September 25, 2016

  Childhood, Lake/ocean, Memory, Muse, Nature, Pentwater, Seasons

  poetry

• How to live in a dorm

  Label everything. Your scent will not do. Your good grades will not do. Use only indelible ink. Label it with your name and a time stamp saying when you will be back and expect it to be there waiting. This goes for shoes, of course, as well as books, desks, kitchen supplies, shampoo, underwear, beds,…

  Jenifer

  September 10, 2016

  Humor, Memory, Muse, Parenting, Teenager

  poetry