Poetry

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

This book is their most recent collaboration, Fernando as a poet, Rafael as a draftsman, with a production that has been giving informally for the last 21 years or so. Each one in their own field, and in this book

Walking alone by the River My heart sick, a welter Of strange lights dancing In the overwhelming gloom I ask Oh Guide, be with me… And there you are again Old Friend, Who has been with me Since I can

Seven Poems For Mary Shaver Hobi 1946-2014   1.   On the immanent departure of a dear friend   The news of your departure Your infinite voyage Is still too fresh a wound Opening my heart like A red flower

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