I am in here.
My mother had not appeared to me in my dreams since her death, until this morning, during the very last dream I had before Chaya came to wake me. She and I were sitting chatting at a table, possibly drinking tea. We were having an ordinary conversation, about nothing I can remember. Then, she pointed … Continue reading last dream
For Carl Solomon
There is a hush now while the hills rise up and God is going to sleep. He trusts the ship of Heaven to take over and proceed beautifully as he lies dreaming in the lap of the world. He knows the owls will guard the sweetness of the soul in their massive keep of silence, … Continue reading Fishing in the Keep of Silence
I keep a sort of personal anthology of poetry by other people, right here on the blog. It’s under “anthology” in the categories over there on the left, surprisingly enough. I get lots of hits on those things from school and university sites. I wonder if there are similar courses out there among the lot … Continue reading Poetry Hit Parade
white pebble 