American Song

I'm in sweatpants, pouring boiling water
over grounds that smell of soil
and autumn ferment.
The radio is pouring out Bye bye
Miss American Pie
so I scoop up the cat for a...

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Try this one: https://comfortablydomestic.com/2014/04/the-best-gluten-free-pie-crust/

The Voice of the Turtle

And the voice of the turtle
shall be heard in the land

Oh, I know it means the turtle dove
I know that now, but I didn’t then
when I was eight years old
...

When Someone Deeply Listens


When someone deeply listens to you
it is like holding out a dented cup
you've had since childhood
and watching it fill up with
cold, fresh water.
When it...

Glove of War

His nightmares are
of war forty year ago.
Dreamt the asbestos glove
hanging at his left side,
gone, hands...

I was born in 1961 in Manhattan but raised in Marin County. I am, at least in part, a cultural product of Bill Wheeler and the counter cultural movement of the 1960s.
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Bill Wheeler, founder of...

January
Dusk and snow this hour
in argument have settled
nothing. Light persists,
and darkness. If a star
shines now, that shine is
swallowed and given back
doubled, grounded bright. ...

45 Years of My Words Away

So how do I write about something
that took 45 years of my words & art away?

Journals, articles, poems, drawings, paintings, manuscripts,
travel sketches, a library...

HOW TO GO TO THE WOODS

Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend,
for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable

I don't really want to be witnessed talking...

When I Thought My House Would Burn

When I thought
It would burn, my house
Would certainly join the
Fire, become fuel
Like so many others
I imagined those papers
Settled in deep boxes...

In Blackwater Woods


Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars

of light,
are giving off the rich

Kunzang Ahor, a 13 century Buddha in honor of Larry Robinson. —Ronaldo41607

What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade


Mrs. Nelson explained how to stand still and listen
to the wind, how to find meaning in pumping gas,

how peeling potatoes can be a...

It's a beautiful ritual Chris Dec. The Vulture is a majestic creature. Like the Crow it sends signs between both worlds. We have to interpret them.

Celestial burial is practiced in Tibet, since the country has little wood for funeral pyres or cremation, and rocky soil that makes grave digging impractical. A specially trained holy...

Nor the word once spoken be un-spoken.

Vulture

I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare
hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a
vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed...

This Little Orchid

This little orchid
with its five dark oval leaves hasn’t bloomed
in years, but once

a week I soak the whole pot the way Cindy told me
she does her orchids, and so it...

Prayer


Do you really think
that God cares
who wins the Super Bowl
or the lottery or the war
or who gets the parking place
or the promotion?

The Front Door of God

Stop beating up on your ego, 

Trying to lynch it, 

Making it the scapegoat
For your misguided pain. 

Your ego is the front door of God,
The prow of the boat of...