Category Archives: Daily Offerings

Saint Francis and the Birds When Francis preached love to the birds They listened, fluttered, throttled up Into the blue like a flock of words Released for fun from his holy lips. Then wheeled back, whirred about his head, Pirouetted … Continue reading →

Guantanamera I am a truthful man From where the palm tree grows And before dying I want To set free the poetry in my soul My verse is light green And it is flaming red My verse is a wounded … Continue reading →

The Blessing Barefoot daringto walk amidthe thrashing eye-glitterof what remains when the tideretreatswe ask ourselveswhy did it matterso muchto have the lastword?Or anyword? Here, please–take what remains, It is yours. ~ Joyce Carol Oates

Come. And Be My Baby The highway is full of big carsgoing nowhere fastAnd folks is smoking anything that’ll burnSome people wrap their lives around a cocktail glassAnd you sit wonderingwhere you’re going to turn.I got it.Come. And be my … Continue reading →

Poems I am hardly ever ableto sort through my memoriesand come away wholeor untroubled.It is difficultto sift through the stones,the weighty moments and knowwhich is rare gem,which raw coal,which worthless shale or slate.So, one by one,I drag them across the … Continue reading →

Being Boring “May you live in interesting times.”           – Chinese Curse If you ask me “What’s new?”, I have nothing to sayExcept that the garden is growing.I had a slight cold but it’s better today.I’m content with the way things … Continue reading →

White Towels I have been studying the differencebetween solitude and loneliness,telling the story of my lifeto the clean white towels taken warm from the dryier.I carry them through the houseas though they were my childrenasleep in my arms. ~ Richard … Continue reading →

Habit Last night when my work was done, And my estranged hands Were becoming mutually interested In such forgotten things as pulses, I looked out of a window Into a glittering night sky. And instantly I began to feather-stitch a … Continue reading →

little prayer let ruin end here let him find honey where there was once a slaughter let him enter the lion’s cage & find a field of lilacs let this be the healing & if not let it be ~Danez … Continue reading →

The New Regime Yes, I agree. We’ll pull ourselves together. We eat too much. We’re always getting pissed. It’s not a bad idea to find out whether We like each other sober. Let’s resist. I’ve got the Perrier and the … Continue reading →