Yellow Poem
Birch carpet, fly me home — make my life a yellow poem. . [ 1607 ]
Archive for November 2022
Fire and Rain
Steady rain. Wildfire season in this part of the world is over. But humanfire rages on. . [ 1606 ]
Empty
The mailman shines his light in our box, late again for his supper. . [ 1605 ]
Sweet Delight
apples crisp, maples rose and yellow / geese in flight, wet feet on cold stone . [ 1604 ]
Trustworthy
Before the journey begins, your inner guide will show you the abyss. . [ 1603 ]
Moment and Breath
Moment by moment, breath by breath, may I live consciously, not by habit or rote. And when I grow tired, may I still be inspired to forget the last thing I wrote. . [ 1602 ]
Always New
Adhere to the ancient text, and be haunted by symbols. Set it aside, look in and around you, see the hand that is writing still. . [ 1601 ]
Pride and Prejudice
Family tree? How far back are you willing to go? Star? Rock? Neanderthal? . [ 1600 ]
Sage
The cricket’s quiet now . . . that’s the wisdom he carries into winter. . [ 1599 ]
By Design
What’s next? I couldn’t say. What’s past? — blows away. What’s left? What’s best? What’s free? Uncertainty. . [ 1598 ]
William Michaelian 