The Real Thing
Now, let’s say you’re looking for a description of enlightenment; could one do better than A Reasoning Bee? Imagination, you say. Ego. I want the real thing. And then, suddenly, you find you have a broken wing. ~ [ 1977 ]
A Green Frog
Am I really as simple as Cool Water suggests? Can I find contentment in using our grandson’s little blue watering can? He’s fourteen now, and so was seven when this was written. He has since outgrown the watering can, but I haven’t. I still use it every chance I get, and find it as cheering and heartening as ever. He thinks I’m crazy; I like that, because it’s further proof […]
Friend and Advisor
Aye, there’s the rub. For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. When in doubt, quote Shakespeare. And when you’re not in doubt, quote yourself, that others may doubt you — not that they deserve the chance, but it will make them feel better after having had yet another rough night’s sleep. Because the truth is, […]
From Glen to Glen
If our yard weren’t overwhelmed by the neighbor’s fir trees, and used as a playground for squirrels, raccoons, skunks, opossums, and owls, I wouldn’t mind at all having goats and chickens again. But this is not to be. We do have ants, though, which invade the house each winter; we have flickers and crows, juncos, sparrows, scrub-jays, finches, towhees, robins, wrens, and red-tailed hawks; and only a few days ago, […]
Annotations and Hallucinations
Since I looked back then on the little I had done, I will look back now, twenty pages into Annotations and Elucidations. I feel the work is going well. Responding to each old page with a new page is a challenge I enjoy; that there are so many pages ahead of me, I might find daunting, were it not that I seem born to create such preposterous tasks for myself. […]
Break or Bend
Am I my own best, most attentive reader, or am I like so many others who write, and who somehow remain strangers to their own words, as if they are embarrassing and awkward to be around? Haste is the great enemy. If, while reading, I do not engage all of my senses and weigh each line on a scale of personal and universal truth, while being sure that, as it […]
Saintly Behavior
Unhinged as they are, if you take them apart and place them at different vantage points in your nearest ancient cathedral, thus making it possible to meet these three saints on their own terms, I think you will find them remarkably familiar, and in a personal way that leads you to consider some of your own saintly behavior — the doors you hold open for others; the children whose shoes […]
Just As We Are
I can write about the poem, I can write about myself, or I can write about my mother; but it’s plain to see I can’t write about one, without writing about the others, which is why I wrote the poem in the first place — that, and the simple fact that on that day in 2018, it was her birthday, the fifth we marked since her passing. I did, in […]
At the Window
There they are at the window, each knowing what the other knows, but knowing it so differently, that, without each other, their knowledge would be incomplete. The truth is, they depend so fully on each other that they are really one, not two. And so what we have here is our human story in miniature. ~ [ 1969 ]
Our Mutual Affection
My father died in 1995, yet I know him a little better each year, one quiet revelation at a time. This is a way of saying I know myself better, for the former cannot happen without the latter. How well he knew himself, though, I wouldn’t presume to judge, for he has surprised me many times, and will likely go on surprising me as long as my memory holds. It’s […]
William Michaelian 