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In Rhythm

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on September 4, 2023| 10 Comments »

Walking the ridge when the sunset
is almost a memory, my daughter
and I make our way through the dark
and we sing an old tune taking turns
with the words and although we can’t see
the dirt road right beneath us, we trust
the road’s there as we step, step again, step again—
it is like that, this life, we lose sight of the path
but sometimes there’s singing,
and sometimes, a loved one’s beside you,
and how does this happen,
the dark’s no less dark,
and the path’s no less lost,
but your feet stay in synch as you step,
step again, step again.   

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The Song

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on September 3, 2023| 13 Comments »


 
The night my son died
I was companioned by a song—
as if a record player had broken
or as if the angels of love and grief
could agree on only one song to sing.
Deep Peace, I heard,
unable to remember
a single other word to the song.
Deep peace. La la la la la la la.
Deep peace. La la la la la la la.
All night the two syllable lyric
infused itself into my blood,
tattooed itself into my heart,
invited me over and over and over
to let myself be found
by the peace that is always here.
Since that night, the song
attunes me to each moment.
I hum it while doing dishes,
while paying bills, while folding clothes.
I hum it when praying.
When weeping. When alone.
When I wake in the night and feel again
that clenching around my heart.
When I don’t know where to start.
Deep peace as I rest on the shores
of uncertainty. Deep peace
as the waves pull me back in.
 
 
to hear this song as sung by Libana, visit here.

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After the Film

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on September 2, 2023| 5 Comments »


 
 
We leave the desert flats of Australia
and the axe and the snakes and the flames
and walk into the quiet, starlit night
 
and become two characters in our own lives.
This is the part where the mother and daughter
lean into each other and walk extra close
 
so they can speak in tones so low
the audience can’t hear their words.
The camera follows them with a low angle tracking shot
 
focused on where their hands are joined,
then it tilts to the sky to end the scene
in an extremely wide shot where our characters
 
are barely a blip on the screen,
surrounded by infinite mystery,
the stars, the only lights.

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Mid-Swirl

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on September 1, 2023| 13 Comments »


Alone in the kitchen
after midnight
with a small glass
of Sazerac
and a heart full
of wonder,
a woman might
feel herself soften—
softness in her thoughts
and softness in her breath
and softness in the way
she holds her shoulders,
her head—
as if she knows
in this moment
no one needs her
to be anything but
a woman alone
in the kitchen
with a small glass
of Sazerac,
sweet fragrance of anise
tendrillling into her nose.
 

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