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the music of what happens
the music of what happens, is now and then too loud, like boots stomping on glass shards, or maybe too quiet, the gulf before grief takes root.
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January 2026
Still, no poem
Still, no poem for Renee Nicole Good Words staunched reports too troubling Young mother speaks up gunned down Her life snatched away executed by ICE our…
Jan 31
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Daily gifts
Daily Gifts Believe in the smaller generosities —James Crews While I’m gazing out the window a dark-eyed Junco flies to the ledge, cocks her head at me…
Jan 30
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Tanka from Ellen Rowland’s class
Tanka from Ellen Rowland's class (Tanka—an ancient Japanese form in five lines) lingering gaze liquid fire on my skin my rising heartbeat sixty-three…
Jan 29
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sitting in the way of
sitting in the way of So much can grow in the gaps of things —James Crews That leap the no-mind gazelle carries me new Seeded in that gap a spore More…
Jan 28
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Here
Here No snowflake every falls in the wrong place —Zen Adage Each one unique when conditions align, comes to rest Right now, right here just where I’m…
Jan 27
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the beach, the wind
the beach, the wind and I’m hunched over trying to wipe a grain from my eye weeping, weeping its own good sense to wash out the offender can’t see, too…
Jan 26
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My Job
My Job Slobbery rubber ring coated with sand She holds it, her prize the dare in her eyes Grains on her nose globs on her chin lobs it in the air digs…
Jan 25
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Toastie
Toastie A lined fleece tube two feet long filled with basmati Pop it in the microwave one minute will do Under the duvet, slip it by my feet Its own…
Jan 24
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Grains
Grains Like basmati rice spilled on the counter, little truths everywhere I sweep them up and into my pocket, tiny wayfinding tools for a tangled world…
Jan 23
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my pocket of tiny tools
my pocket of tiny tools always available gathered from life’s thrust fertile grains of life's riddle I carry them everywhere— pause, take note breathe…
Jan 22
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Lilt
Lilt 2003 A week at the Abbey among Buddhist monks attuning to their rhythm: Before dawn wake-up seated meditation chanting and ceremony periods of work…
Jan 21
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