Whispers Autumn
Now / again / when it’s too late, begin / especially then / old friend. November 24, 2021 . [ 1300 ]
Tag Archive for ‘Poetry’
Still Here
The wind chime, practicing for winter — bare feet on the cold morning floor. November 23, 2021 . [ 1298 ]
Thanksgiving
When the apple on the table met the one in my mind, they spoke of the distance between blossom and knife. And I of this childhood at the end of my life. November 20, 2021 . [ 1295 ]
The Last Word
If, in the end, what we have written or told is only a story, That, too, is well, because it is the very same thing that life has done. And even given our last word, the story goes on. See us in the Index, under Ocean, Under Flight, under Stone. . [ 1294 ]
Old Friends
We stay together, this body and mind. And we are still, even when we go wandering. November 19, 2021 . [ 1293 ]
Above and Below
In a graveyard, on a hill — Gravity, try to stop me now. November 16, 2021 . [ 1290 ]
November
The mild rainy weather has given rise to a new generation of mold, creating a scented atmosphere as complex and alluring as a newly opened grave. November 15, 2021 . November The ear fills with sky-sounds, the eye with cloud-motion and leaf-fall. Distances are not what we think them at all, but blessings ripe and uncountable. The glad-spent remains of the summer garden are brought to the pile. Manure is […]
Canvas 591 — As Much as Anything
An inked page, a lined face,a trace of last night’s dream. A dark age, a bright place,a grace as much as anything. “As Much as Anything”Recently Banned Literature, June 30, 2014 Canvas 591 November 14, 2015 . [ 1288 ]
Winter Watch
The birds are out, the robins in pairs, their colors intense. They are like little day-lanterns that help me see the light. And now it is night, and the wind is high in the meadow. And the wind is why my body is a hut the trees know. Recently Banned Literature, December 19, 2017 . [ 1287 ]
November Wind
November wind by which all that is useless and spent is driven from me I like to think you begin in the heart of a small wood curious about the lives and the love of two leaves and that you are as helpless as anyone who has faith in poetry Recently Banned Literature, November 13, 2017 . [ 1286 ]
William Michaelian 