Category Archives: Daily Offerings

The Infinite   This solitary hill has always been dear to me And this hedge, which prevents me from seeing most of The endless horizon But when I sit and gaze, I imagine, in my thoughts Endless spaces beyond the … Continue reading →

Lost Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. … Continue reading →

Against Hesitation If you stare at it long enough the mountain becomes unclimbable. Tally it up. How much time have you spent waiting for the soup to cool? Icicles hang from January gutters only as long as they can. Fingers … Continue reading →

In the Company of Women Make me laugh over coffee, make it a double, make it frothy so it seethes in our delight. Make my cup overflow with your small happiness. I want to hoot and snort and cackle and chuckle. … Continue reading →

Holding the Light for Kait Rhoads Gather up whatever is glittering in the gutter, whatever has tumbled in the waves or fallen in flames out of the sky, for it’s not only our hearts that are broken, but the heart … Continue reading →

Every Poem Was a Secret Every poem was a secret struggle with himself, every secret was a struggle, a handwritten scrawl, something joyous or terrible, a fragmentary blood-soaked message wrenched out of his body, a longing for some impossible harmony … Continue reading →

Since You Asked (for a friend who asked to be in a poem) Since you asked, let’s make it dinner at your house – a celebration for no reason, which is always the best occasion. Are you worried there won’t … Continue reading →

The Grave-Digger Once, as I was burying one of my dead selves, the grave-digger came by and said to me, “Of all those who come here to bury, you alone I like.” Said I, ” You please me exceedingly, but … Continue reading →

In Praise of My Bed At last I can be with you! The grinding hours since I left your side! The labor of being fully human, working my opposable thumb, talking, and walking upright. Now I have unclasped unzipped, stepped … Continue reading →

What We Want What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book and these things bear our names- now they want us. But what we want appears … Continue reading →