Our minds are filled with out-of-focus feelings and ideas: we dimly experience a host of regrets, envious feelings, hurts, anxieties and excitements. And for the most part we never stop to analyse or make sense of them. It seems too painful and difficult, because there is always an extra anxiety that attends the process of thinking – whatever its eventual
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Paul Who remembers that famous day I on the opposite shore will be then he said good night just as the moon rose over the bay Through alley and street till in the silence the measured tread he climbed to the tower up the wooden stairs to the highest window in the wall the moonlight flowing over all Wrapped in
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Tabitha Tabitha was enslaved from birth. Tabitha survived slavery. Tabitha was almost fifty when she finally owned her own land. Tabitha enjoyed two long-term relationships. Tabitha give birth to fourteen children Tabitha departed life with no personal wealth Tabitha left no personal writings. Tabitha was unknown to her present-day descendants. Tabitha could no more predict the future than her grandson
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Leonardo don’t know shit about John the Baptist [Based on Leonardo’s portrait of St. John the Baptist, 1513-1516] Look at me, John the Baptist, with my curly brown hair feminine face and sexy smile Don’t you love the soft woolen towel wrapped around my young, nubile body? Can you tell I’ve just come out of the water dripping with saintly desire?
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After the rain it all looked different the glamorous stories wrapped in stale smoke no longer hid the lone wolf Raspberry lemonade, speedos and a red-and-black bikini were all I had left of my last dollar Heavy breathing, feral breath the adrenaline surge of my wilder self told me I was no Boy Scout Nature called with memories of Satan’s
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A Visitation Just making zucchini bread and listening to the blues when who knocks of my door but my favorite recluse Harper she came all the way from the south to give me some cheer from her very own mouth The writing life’s hard, don’t let them tell you it’s not but write all the time, even when it’s too hot. Ignore all
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Alphabet soup anemic as he was the boardman confronted the blue-haired crank who pranced into the room with a dare-devil look in his eye screaming that his eave was about to fall into his fig tree and that and he had just started to gather all the fruit but the heather laughed at him and it was inarguable that he
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Deprivation Looking at the zero balance in her checkbook she booked a first-class flight to Madrid — ole! Standing at the bus stop in the pouring rain with no umbrella she unpacked her picnic basket on a golden June day. Watching her old boyfriend get married in Christ Church she walked the streets of Paris in the arms of McDreamy.
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and he danced [from Luther Standing Bear, Land of the Spotted Eagle, 1933] when his heart was filled with emotion he danced when he felt the rays of the sun he danced when his blood ran hot with the hunt he danced when his heart was filled with pity he danced. all the joys of life all his gratefulness all
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Untitled [From Adlai Stevenson, Call to Greatness, 1954] In youth everything seems possible. Then you reach a point in the middle years when you realize that you are never going to reach all the shining goals you set for yourself. In the end reconcile yourself with what grace you can to living with your hot flashes your arthritis your sense
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