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Something Worth Sharing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on June 16, 2022| 9 Comments »

inspired by Eternity’s Gate by Vincent van Gogh and a piano composition by the same name by Kayleen Asbo, with quotes from van Gogh’s writings about the painting


Perhaps you, too, have sat
in the corner of a room,
back bent like winter grass,
elbows on your knees,
head weighty in your hands.
Spent. Exhausted.
Unsure how to live
another minute.
This is perhaps
the moment
we least want to be seen,
but if we are lucky,
perhaps an artist
with an eye for eternity
will feel it his duty
to find in our ruin
something precious,
something noble,
something unutterably moving
something to help us
know ourselves
as a part of infinity,
our life a brief song,
unbearably beautiful,
a masterpiece,
dark and descending
though it is.   

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Gravity

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on September 1, 2020| 6 Comments »

Today it is enough

to pour the orange juice.

To push down the lever

on the toaster.

To feed the fish and the kids

and water the orchid

and return one call.

A woman could be buried

by all the things

she thinks she should do.

It might take her years

to crawl out from beneath that weight.

And so today

I find refuge in the fact

that I made the bed.

That I was a lap

for a cat.

That I caught a mouse

in the carrot row

and I let him go.

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That Dry Feeling

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on February 28, 2017| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

In his heads, he swirls

the dark loose leaves

of his thoughts,

lets them boil

and steep too long,

then offers the tea

to others to drink,

but it spills before

the tea reaches the cup,

and he fumes,

throws in more leaves.

 

 

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Why I Attend Choir Concerts

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on December 11, 2016| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

Walking on the muddy path, I try

to convince myself it would be easy

to be happy. I’m not hurt, my family is well,

and the sun is almost out. I tell myself,

look, look how the ice from last night’s storm

clings to the tips of the branches

and, as it melts, see how the whole world

seems to gather in a drop. But there is a snarl

deep within that is snagged in the thorns,

trapped in the ice, intent on locking itself

out of heaven. It scowls at the wind,

at the sound of the traffic, it grimaces

at the story of itself and retells the same

sad story. It is hours later I notice

how easy it is to fall in love with the world—

how it takes no effort, no convincing at all

to weep at the beauty of hundreds of people

singing together, oh the deep melting,

how the whole world gathers in a drop.

 

 

 

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Tell Me It’s Real

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on August 17, 2015| 3 Comments »

Swirl me with pink and plum and blue,

and soak me in wisps of amber and orange.

Drench me in cream and nectarine.

Please, how do I get there?

This wooden heart seems

to only know how to beat

in shades of brown.

I see it from here, that sunset world.

God it is beautiful—

but it is like a canvas

I stare at for years,

I know it’s every line by heart,

but I can never enter.

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