You’re too loud for me. So I can’t hear you. Sorry. You’re so much more than what you’re saying.
I think you have to figure all that out. Sorry. Maybe when you hear yourself out…. I’ll hear you. I don’t want to judge. I just want to be elsewhere. Sorry. Someday…. Maybe. I hope. So ….
“Unity
is the dream of every poem, large or
small. Does each word carry, embryonically,
the intent of the entire poem?”
Dave
Smith,
Local
Assays,
1985
Sunday, October 17, 2021
October 17, 2021
HEAVEN AND HELL
People appear on Oprah and talk shows and tell about near death experiences. I wonder where viewers go when they hear about these misty and twisting experiences. Have we ever thought about gathering
our heaven and hell experiences that come through our black night windows?
“Most
people don’t believe in heaven,but everybody
wants to go there, right? Now there’s a topic for a poet.”
David Kirby,
storySouth, 2003
Saturday, October 16, 2021
October 16, 2021
LEAN
I like to lean against trees and feel its wood in my back – if for just a few minutes. The back of benches in church work just as well – a chance to stretch back into the hard of wood. Support, rest, a chance for a break, to just be me - a leaning into a solid something.
But sometimes this happens when I’m on a cross - when pain – or a glimpse of death is pushing into me.