Category Archives: Daily Offerings

The River Cannot Go Back It is said that before entering the sea a river trembles with fear. She looks back at the path she has traveled, from the peaks of the mountains, the long winding road crossing forests and … Continue reading →

My Mama moved among the days My Mama moved among the days like a dreamwalker in a field; seemed like what she touched was hers seemed like what touched her couldn’t hold, she got us almost through the high grass … Continue reading →

To My Friends Dear friends, and here I say friends In the broad sense of the word: Wife, sister, associates, relatives, Schoolmates of both sexes, People seen only once Or frequented all my life; Provided that between us, for at … Continue reading →

Daylight Savings Seven-thirty, last weekend in April, the sun, like a laggard child, still thumbs the greening branches to see how new the world’s become. In this light it’s hard to admit so little has changed.  Maria, I say, kiss … Continue reading →

Two Visits In One Day We’re going to the cemetery to visit some dead relatives, Mother said, & on the way back we’ll stop over at your aunt’s house. It’s good practice to mix the living with the dead. Otherwise, … Continue reading →

Flowers This morning I was walking upstairs from the kitchen, carrying your beautiful flowers, the flowers you brought me last night, calla lilies and something else, I am not sure what to call them, white flowers, of course you have … Continue reading →

The Name of a Fish If winter is a house then summer is a window in the bedroom of that house.  Sorrow is a river behind the house and happiness is the name of a fish who swims downstream. The … Continue reading →

Sunset Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you, one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth, leaving you, … Continue reading →

here yet be dragons so many languages have fallen off of the edge of the world into the dragon’s mouth. some where there be monsters whose teeth are sharp and sparkle with lost people. lost poems. who among us can … Continue reading →

Self-Portrait It doesn’t interest me if there is one God or many gods. I want to know if you belong or feel abandoned. If you know despair or can see it in others. I want to know if you are … Continue reading →