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The Nightingale
They pipe the music outdoors because– I don’t know why, because money, because we can’t stand the sound of our own heartbeats, or the peepers in the woods on a spring night still so chill the shoppers run from store … Continue reading
Posted in poetry, wheel of the year
Tagged birdsong, materialism, nature, nightingale, shopping
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Beltane 2013 – union and loneliness
Beltane fell on a Wednesday this year. It’s my favorite holiday, but even though it is a holiday of union, this year it leaves me feeling rather lonely. On Sunday I’d intended to rise early and make the trip across the river … Continue reading
Posted in gender and sexuality, my glamorous life, politics, race and class, religion and spirituality, writing
Tagged beltane, bisexuality, boston poetry, cambridge, cambridge ma, community, current events, glbt, human rights, loneliness, on being a queer poet, paganism, poetry, politics, queer, relationships, religion, society, union, unitarian universalism, workshops
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Spring and All, in the Aftermath
When I was 13 and knew everything, when I was jaundiced as only the very young can be jaundiced, I loved T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. I loved its ennui. I loved the flowing, imaginative, and … Continue reading
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Tagged bombing, boston, Boston marathon, early spring, modern poetry, modernism, on being a poet, poetry, solace, spring, springtime in boston, violence, william carlos williams
The day after the Boston marathon bombing
Sudden violence (is there any other kind?) throws the world into sharp relief. Horror that doesn’t speak but roars in the head like the ocean. Magnolias blooming under the crescent moon. It gives things the proper perspective, too. Last night, … Continue reading
Posted in events, mindfulness, my glamorous life
Tagged bombing, Boston marathon, family, gratitude, love, mindfulness, prayforboston, spiritual practice, terrorism, violence
marathon monday, boston 2013
marathon monday april air crisp as tulips blood on the pavement
Snow
softens the edges of things shows us which way is up settles the earth in her slumber makes us stop and watch because if we hurry through we slip or worse never notice its miracle in single flake or aggregate … Continue reading
Posted in poetry, wheel of the year
April on its way
the sun the snow the open window
Posted in haiku, poetry, religion and spirituality, wheel of the year
Tagged haiku, poetry, springtime in boston
Icicle
Icicle hangs from the tip of a broken tree joint New growth the red of old blood Snow falls in whispers from the white sky Comma-clatter-rasp of a woodpecker and two ravens (first draft: Jan 8, 2011)
Posted in poetry, wheel of the year
Tagged clatter, january, nature, new england, old blood, poetry, poetry - mine, rasp, raven, white sky, winter, woodpecker
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