Random Poems: Unknown Source

All the long, nonpareil days of August, I waited Walking beaches incessantly Combing the tides for word from you Only … More

The Blush of Being Still

My life has been sectioned off pretty securely. There was being a child, a ‘tween, a teen, etc. But when … More

We wore fringe like the Buddhists wear bracelets: we became aware, the world danced around us, the lightest breeze lifting … More

I am losing height. I refuse to say “shrinking.” I say, instead that I am “condensing.” The saying about the … More

The thoughts sometimes gang up on each other, yeh? I catch myself in the midst of one even as another … More

Going up the stairs is so different from coming down. The wolves at the door watched, silent, as I left … More

Dear God, Help me remember it all – the strife, the conflict we so no longer need. I think we’ve … More

(To GE*) This essay is about discovering mindfulness. Oh, not in the Tibetan way. I am reading a … More

I had to buy a needle today. The last time I saw a needle was, umm, while in Nashville (2010.) … More