Poetry Friday
I know why the caged bird sings A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his wing In the orange suns rays… Continue reading
I know why the caged bird sings A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his wing In the orange suns rays… Continue reading
Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some… Continue reading
We’ve had so much grief, loss, and sadness in our community lately. This week is also the anniversary of my mother’s death. I’ve been, as I know many of you have been too,… Continue reading
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into… Continue reading
Gratitude What did you notice? The dew snail; the low-flying sparrow; the bat, on the wind, in the dark; big-chested geese, in the V of sleekest performance; the soft toad, patient in the… Continue reading
There are days There are days when one should be able to pluck off one’s head like a dented or worn helmet, straight from the nape and collarbone (those crackling branches!) and place… Continue reading