1. I learned that it doesn’t matter if you move cross-country under cover with the Poet’s Protection Program, Tweetspeak Poetry will dare to track you down. 2. I learned that I can survive and even thrive in a small space without a lot of stuff. 3. I learned that breaking and binding sometimes go […]
Tuesday, October 25 The Broken Way released today. The family returned to Michigan, and we are scattered again. The effort to break the Curse of the Billy Goat began, and I shattered a glass on the tile.
Wednesday, October 19 Suds quiver like jello on the edge. A grain of sanderlings skitters along the water, and one seems to surf a wave. A pair of gulls gaze out at who knows what. An older couple about my age, with rolls exposed, strolls past, she in a two-piece and he in a Speedo, both dark-tanned and […]
Tuesday, October 18 Walking on the beach here is not like walking on the beach there. There our footsteps were hemmed by water and dune grass. Here our footsteps are hemmed by water and high-rises. I’m having to look at the trees and not the forest, to find beauty in the middle, to let beauty carry […]
A door opens in the center of our being and we seem to fall through it into immense depths which, although they are infinite, are all accessible to us; all eternity seems to have become ours in this one placid and breathless contact. God touches us with a touch that is emptiness and empties […]