Teach the Children
She is wise, this old earth. She never hurries herself, yet see how abundant she is. not how much we do but how little . . . our bare feet in the flower bed . [ 1066 ]
Tag Archive for ‘Poetry’
Origins
barefoot in the garden / I am as warm as the first sunflower sprout April 2, 2021 . [ 1065 ]
Fingers and Toes
O the language of fear! Medicine, borders, finances. Differences, conspiracies, laws. barefoot through cherry blossoms touching each trunk in the old city park . [ 1064 ]
Vincent
A trip to Safeway to pick up prescriptions for my mother: sunflowers, in six-dollar bunches by the door; rotten eggplant neatly stacked in the produce aisle; hard tomatoes and wilted bell peppers at prices few people can afford. And I think, There used to be a field here. Oh, what I could do with a field just a quarter of the size of the Safeway parking lot. The dreams I […]
Looking Up
from crooked streets these bare feet greet a starling river . [ 1062 ]
Canvas 872 — Last Year’s Apples
last year’s apples — this year’s prices — like the other thoughts I set aside March 29, 2021 Canvas 872 April 6, 2017 . [ 1061 ]
Walking Stick
sparrows on the path we can only go this way quietly singing . [ 1060 ]
Easter Haiku
after the rain after the moon a friend calls about the rain and moon Poems, Slightly Used, April 4, 2010 . [ 1059 ]
Barefoot Journal
Chilly dawn. Bare feet. Wet concrete. Writing mossy sidewalk with my toes. March 26, 2021 . [ 1058 ]
Canvas 380 — Wild Out, Wild In
You’re reading about a storm during a storm, and then, shivering, you look up. Much to your surprise, you find the trees calm, the street quiet, and the lamplight unwavering. You look back at your book: a mute brick: ink: paper: binding. You decide to rest your eyes. You close them. Here it is again! Here comes the wind! It’s wild out. It’s wild in. And it only ends when […]
