no-one talks like the old widow over at mcsweeney’s farm. no-one speaks about it like she, with her missing teeth and feathered hat; with long pauses between “cow” and “juniper”, and drags and drags of pipe; she’s got a way of looking at you just when you clean your teeth with your fingernail – the… Continue reading you gotta go yourself
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godthink
god is not one, for someone with my buddhist and ecumenical leanings, was a bit of a provocative book title so i started reading it with some resistance. was this going to be some rabid right-wing pseudo intellectual trying to persuade me that all gods are bad except his? really, the title of the book… Continue reading godthink
of mice, death and neuroticism
what a nice surprise! two years ago i asked a question on louise m. brookes’ blog and today she replied. louise teaches bushcraft and wilderness survival, and blogs about building your own renewable energy systems, sustainable technology as well as personal development, fitness and health. she had said death makes all of our attempts at… Continue reading of mice, death and neuroticism
for all of us
for those who yell at the rain i have a bouquet of tulips for those who roar when it snows here are some fresh roasted almonds for you, when you point with your finger – chocolate, wine and sweet apples for you and your disdainful stare – sit down, i’ll massage your cold toes for… Continue reading for all of us
napowrimo: when the world changes
when you sit up and scream into the night and you’re not alone but who’s beside you keeps on sleeping when you pad out into the kitchen open the fridge and the white and the light stare at you like a morgue when you sit down with a glass of juice your hand around it… Continue reading napowrimo: when the world changes
poem store on a nearly wordless wednesday
poem, i mean, image by pastaboy sleeps
haiku
moving right along here with NaPoWriMo and a poem every day … today: 5 haiku. fading, the noises draw her ears out. she listens. but the song is gone. longer and longer. it takes. for the sun to drown. in… the.. pacific. washing the dishes under the old neon lamp. clean cup. wrinkled hands. alone… Continue reading haiku
magnetic blogging poetry
in the spirit of magnetic poetry, i took riverwriter’s latest poem, precise, and used the words to write my own little silly ditty: above a conversation today, carefully clenching fiery fingers, dark forgotten stones have fixed the pink predawn window. blood tinges the valley. the things NaPoWriMo makes me do!
how to create a heaven on earth
aaaah, book reviews. let’s start with the bad parts: how to achieve a heaven on earth is full of conservative christian overtones, quite a few of the articles have a bit of “chicken soup for the soul” feel, and at times i thought i was dealing with an aborted e-book. but there were clearly good… Continue reading how to create a heaven on earth
lazy easter afternoon – a haibun
today i’m serving up a haibun. it can be seen as a form of lyric prose – so that counts as poetry, doesn’t it? “because it’s the death of your ego”, he says, and his voice resonates across the dining room, bounces off the long table, right across the bread that’s slowly getting stale, slinks… Continue reading lazy easter afternoon – a haibun