We Who Are Your Closest Friends we who are your closest friends feel the time has come to tell you that every Thursday we have been meeting as a group to devise ways to keep you in perpetual uncertainty frustration discontent and torture by neither loving you as much as you want nor cutting you adrift your analyst is in on it plus your boyfriend and your ex-husband and we have pledged to disappoint you […]
“Nomad Exquisite” — Wallace Stevens.
One sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores, peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies. One light, waking up rooftops, under each one, a story told by our silent gestures moving behind windows. My face, your face, millions of faces in morning’s mirrors, each one yawning to life, crescendoing into our day: pencil-yellow school buses, the […]
WHEN I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My work is left behind; And the great hills of the South Country 5 Come back into my mind. The great hills of the South Country They stand along the sea; And it’s there walking in the high woods That I could wish to be, 10 And the men that were boys when I was a […]
— now that the eyes of the hawks / are darkened in the dusk / the quails are chirping #haiku #Basho — Ed Bremson (@EdBremson) November 5, 2011
Lighting one candle with another candle— spring evening. Yosa Buson (1716-1783)
What has happened makes the world. Live on the edge, looking. — Robert Creeley