Category Archives: Daily Offerings

The Guests Our house was strewn with people whom no on claimed to know, people who had been there for thirty yearsor more. One might showhimself at dinner, cobwebbed and thinner than the dead.No one would speak of it,unless the guest became unpleasant, … Continue reading →

Search Party By now I know most of the facesthat will appear beside me aslong as there are still imagesI know at last what I would choosethe next time if there ever was a time again I know the days that open … Continue reading →

Why Are Your Poems So Dark? Isn’t the moon dark too,most of the time? And doesn’t the white pageseem unfinished without the dark stain of alphabets? When God demanded light,he didn’t banish darkness. Instead he invented ebony and crows and that small … Continue reading →

Up on the Roof You wonder why it is they write of it, sing of it,till suddenly you’re there, nearest you can getto flying for jumping and you’re alone, at last,the air bright. Remembering this, I go with my too-light jacket up … Continue reading →

What Grandma Taught Her She hates to besomewhere without something to do.They are off pettingthe animals that don’t have a real home.When she gets like thisher hands and feet fidget her mind wanders as faras it can in all directionsand keeps looking back.Give … Continue reading →

Summer Dusk You’ve been the love of my life, Light lingering in the sky At the close of a long day Over the roofs of some city Like New York or Rome, As streets empty in the heat, And shadows … Continue reading →

Shadow Some people feel lost inside their days. Always waiting for worse to happen. They make bets with destiny. My funniest uncle gave up cursing bad words inside his head. He says he succeeded one whole hour. He tried to … Continue reading →

Harlem Night Song   Come, Let us roam the night together Singing. I love you. Across The Harlem roof-tops Moon is shining. Night sky is blue. Stars are great drops Of golden dew. Down the street A band is playing. … Continue reading →

Look The moon thumbs through the night’s book. Finds a lake where nothing is printed. Draws a straight line. That’s all it can. That’s enough. Thick line. Straight toward you. –Look. ~ Rolf Jacobsen (translated from the Norwegian by Olave Grinde)

Days Each one is a gift, no doubt, mysteriously placed in you waking hand or set upon your forehead moments before you open your eyes. Today begins cold and bright, the ground heavy with snow and the thick masonry of ice, the … Continue reading →