Poetry

A Deeper Life for all my loves Dear one,  neither of us is ready to say goodbye, gone all possibility  of touching  one to one through this  our delicate integument But if it’s you who takes the lead  you’ll find

Photo by Alex Gruber on Unsplash How do I reconcile you sweet slice of juicy pineapple  pampered and protected from the Northern frost happily settled in a crystal cradle shared by raspberries blackberries and papaya deploying perfumes seducing the palates of executives conferring

Artwork by  Arabella Luna Friedland  Poetry by Trudi Lee Richards Translation by Fernando Aranguiz Reprinted with permission from Global Poemic   It struck one day out of the blue, cropping up all at once in random spots all across the

    From that Distant Place When something resonates in my inner depthswhere in those depths is that happening?When you approach and whisper in my earwhere are you coming from? Sometimes on calm autumn eveningswalking among the ochre pathwaysdrawn by

Lost Technologies I remember the Telephone.There was only onein our house,a shiny black plastic contraptionenthroned on a little table in the living room. Everyone was at its beck and callsince it was attachedby a wire to the walland was thereforethe very oppositeof mobile.

Listen to audio….Blessings I know all too wellthat living often seemsto bring nothingbut grief. Neverthelesson this extraordinary dayI give thanks,and thanks, and more thanks because somehowfor no reason at allI have suddenly been filled with Light.  Lightfrom who knows whereor how –all I

Today I surrender. At last, my silent friend and inscrutable companion, you have made it abundantly clear that Joy has nothing to do with getting what I want. That Joy is no mere vanilla flavored emotion but the unreasonable Fire

This morning before I rise it occurs to me to at least say  Thank You to the smiling inner godlet who walks the path of life with me, insisting ever so repetitively that I keep looking  where I’m going so

All nightI rack my brainsdesperate to end the war between two cherished lovesand only fail miserably Until at lastin the pearly dawnI ask the god of the small and powerless:Oh Little Onewreak your kindness upon me Help me face my fearsor better