Subscribe
Sign in
Home
Notes
Chat
my books
awakening
aging
childhood
current
disability
animals
writing
Archive
About
Latest
Top
Discussions
How It Is
How It Is dolphins rise to the surface singing A child in the woods meets a bear has no fear and stray dogs like monks with bowls come to the doorstep…
17 hrs ago
•
Amrita Skye Blaine
8
1
1
Precip
Precip First light quiet roads fogfall wets my dog and me Looking up sky feathers my face news fades In spreading warmth we walk into the day
Jul 12
•
Amrita Skye Blaine
10
7
The Glory of Clear Vision
The Glory of Clear Vision Not assumed, but missing bow-down everyday praise Now daily grateful thanks for the sixteen hours a day trifocals are on my…
Jul 11
•
Amrita Skye Blaine
10
6
Not Midway, Mostway
Not Midway, Mostway Mostway through my life So much more aft than fore now each heartbeat treasured When an oriole alights outside my window, breath…
Jul 10
•
Amrita Skye Blaine
9
11
1
Pay Close Attention
Pay Close Attention Raised eyebrow or downward glance— little clues hide in plain sight Shift away lose wide focus, I might miss the key Stay right here…
Jul 9
•
Amrita Skye Blaine
11
6
Summer Singing
Periodical cicadaSummer Singing Cicadas, crickets, katydids pour songs into the world when I hear their thrumming in that moment the world is right Why…
Jul 8
•
Amrita Skye Blaine
7
4
Winged
Winged Life’s flight, so fast a span, then gone Mayflies a day yet their nymph lives months or years
Jul 7
•
Amrita Skye Blaine
8
Long Overdue Conversation
Long Overdue Conversation Mom came to visit my new home At forty, I finally asked the question squirming for twenty years When I was young, why didn’t…
Jul 6
•
Amrita Skye Blaine
13
17
1
Apex Predator
Apex Predator Reading the news, I weep for needless loss— forest, grasslands species here eons before stupidity, greed all ours wiped them out Consider…
Jul 5
•
Amrita Skye Blaine
7
2
Some mornings
Some mornings it all goes awry lid twisted on wrong mocha pouring over me hurry to change my clothes all before I feed the dog rush to the dentist not…
Jul 4
•
Amrita Skye Blaine
10
11
1
When is Old, Old?
When is Old, Old? My friend and I reflect when do we call ourselves old— a marker like eighty breakdown of our bodies or simply a state of mind?
Jul 3
•
Amrita Skye Blaine
6
5
This
This the quiet time calls me out of bed Words rolling land on the page Heartmind settles Eavesdropping
Jul 2
•
Amrita Skye Blaine
11
6
This site requires JavaScript to run correctly. Please
turn on JavaScript
or unblock scripts
