Bowing in Grace

Jean sat in her favorite chair in the kitchen by the screen of an open window.  She blew her cigarette smoke out past the tiny metal mesh, which temporarily protected her New England farmhouse from a few select mosquitoes of early summer. My new near-80-year-old poet and housemate seemed to love looking out the window,…

When the Blue Comes In

Can’t sleep. The phenomenon called pain is very active. And in addition there is some energy in me. I don’t know what it is, but it makes me awake. I slept for three hours. I am very awake and clear. I come to the studio and do this drawing. At first, before I put the…

Moving Fingers and Toes

In the middle is a package With a secret Of unknown consequences All other things in this picture could be microbes With a very elaborate social order And rules of conduct But in spite of that They cannot contain their joy For just being able to move their fingers And toes And they keep doing…

Time for Divine Love

“There is no beginning, no end,” I wrote in my journal at my parents’ house in New Jersey 17 years ago. Why? Because I had moved there to heal my hip, and expected to stay for no more than a year before continuing on my life’s path. “So much time has passed. It’s all become…

Just Realize

3:30 am. If it hurts too much, I’ve learned to not let it go on. I get up and become more vertical to the earth for some time, I put an ointment on the skin and wait for the pain to subside. I am very awake and it feels good. What would you expect your…