I did not know how to centre though before I was taught...
Tag: writing
Water path (postcard to a friend)
I felt we were friends though far and different-seeming...
No laws, no change (or: true laws are unwritten)
looking outside myself for direction...
Lilium & Jasmine (poem with Yas)
What a wonderful experience it was...
The poem
Yesterday a poem sang into the cedar air; I heard it from inside my window. Mist-throated, Clair! it churred a wake-up call and I thought...
I relate…
and stars and loves...
Understanding there is no write way
A teacher tests these lines...
Meditations on The Last Poet
I ride to zem as though on the last SUP fearing...
The word as a vehicle
What is fortune but a...
Surrender to a distinct instinct
(through a common practice) ...
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