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Category: Humanity
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AFTERWORD A Found Poem in Memory of Anthony Bourdain I will always carry my heart around, my entanglementsa big room free of country, and most certainties.My dreams travel in strange beauty, telling me what to do —if I can relax or drink in fully, or if I have been comforted.Beyond normal human itinerary, I don’t…
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HONEY OUT OF THE ROCK I need to live like that crooked tree — / solitary, bittersweet, and utterly free — / that knelt down in the hardest winds // but could not be blasted away. / It kept its eye on the far horizon / and brought honey out of the rock. – Green…
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TITANIC REVISITED You won’t find bodies…. You won’t find skeletons…. What anybody who’s explored the wreck finds is pairs of shoes. – James Cameron, discussing 20 more years of research after the movie, Titanic The camera shows a pair of women’s shoes, a pair of girls’ shoes, a hand mirror. A clock, once only thought…
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Dwelled Planet I thought at one point, if you could be up in heaven, this is how you would see the planet. And then I dwelled on that and said, no, it’s more beautiful than that. This is what heaven must look like. I think of our planet as a paradise. We are very…
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Early For Spring Seems like it happens each winter: I wake one morning and hear spring. Too much light in sound, in winged singing and commotion, a clarity in the air released from previous melted muting snow. Focus and intention I’m not yet ready for, now, early February. What stirs me most each time I…
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MAGIC TREE We’re wrapping lights around the Maple. Tightly, so when night alights outside we won’t see a cloud, but the tree, her gracious, spreading skeleton. When you mention that across the street, earlier, Steve hung his decorations — icicles framing his roof — I remember you’ve already told me this. I didn’t grasp until…
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Tonight, four years ago, I almost tripped over a tiny kitten on the garage step. For some well-timed reason, I looked down before I stepped, and two large, dark, highlighted eyes and a milk-drop nose turned up toward me. Long story shortened, the kitten adopted me, and I adopted him. Since I’d been watching a…
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We are what we eat, we know; but more, we are what we feed ourselves. This pertains to far more than food. Our surroundings are our fuel. Our family members, people we befriend, people we love, what we read, watch, listen to, where we live, where we travel, what we run into and what we…
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“We have no idea what we don’t know, or what we’ll eventually learn, or what might be true despite our perpetual inability to comprehend what that truth is.” -But What If We’re Wrong?: Thinking About the Present as If It Were the Past by Chuck Klosterman That statement might seem gloomy to some, but I…
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Driving back from St. Louis, I noticed a sign advertising an “exclusive” neighborhood: lakeside chalets set apart from the surrounding communities. While the photo of the area looked rustic, wooded and serene, I couldn’t get past the word, exclusive. I thought of scarcity, something closed. Then I thought of its opposite: inclusive, abundance, something open.…
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