I stopped knocking when I saw the blood Had drained out of me, againPast my knucklesColor faded to whiteMy fingers go numb in the coldSo I often miss when I’ve been outsideA little too long I plunge my hands into my pocketsThe pain will come soon (White hot, they say, with almost no hint ofContinueContinue reading “Raynaud’s Phenomenon”
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In Their Words
Stumbled on this piece today and it struck me as apropos of everything. Everything Is Made Of LaborFarnaz FatemiThe inchworm’s trajectory:pulse of impulse. The wormis tender. It won’t livelong. Its green glows.It found a place to go.Arrange us with meaning,the words plead. Find the threadthrough the dark.
Quiet Art
Re-encountered this poem today, and oh how it resonates. … so this is for us.This is for us who sing, write, dance, act, study, run and loveand this is for doing it even if no one will ever knowbecause the beauty is in the act of doing it.Not what it can lead to.This is forContinueContinue reading “Quiet Art”
Solsticing
In honor of the darkest day of the year, and as an eternal lover of the dynamics of great storytelling, today I’ll simply post one of my favorite poems about the dark night of the soul. I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.I have outwalked theContinueContinue reading “Solsticing”
A Scattered Tribe
Had a lovely dinner with my mother recently, and shortly thereafter she sent me this lesser known but beautifully written poem by a former U.S. Poet Laureate. ‘Tis a gift to be so deeply understood. I have walked through many lives, some of them my own,and I am not who I was,though some principle ofContinueContinue reading “A Scattered Tribe”
Not My Story
Come out, come outThis is no time for hidingAnd no time for cryingBecause your rations are packedAnd your armor is onAnd you’re far from done(And you’re not quite undone) Feel the weightIt’s light as a featherThe heaviest featherA feather that can hold youAs it drifts slowly around Circling and liftingAs an unexpected breezeKeeps your feetContinueContinue reading “Not My Story”
Against the Graine
attempted to write a poem to attempt to describe what it’s like to have a migraine but I couldn’tbecause of the migraine – Hezaasan © 2022
The Longest Month
at the momentall that wasis now remnants on the ground under the snow the flowers unprunedand the earth under gloomas the pavement moves(yet somehow we are unmoved)at the momentwe are groundedand boarded and stowed awayso we can stare at the unfinished businessof the other elevenand wonder what the remaining ten will doto rebuild or furtherContinueContinue reading “The Longest Month”
Da Capo al Coda
The kittens went back to the shelter today, to get ready to be offered to the public for adoption. Our mission — to get them fattened up a la Hansel & Gretel — was deemed a success, with extra credit points for surrounding them with love and attention so they’re primed and ready for theirContinueContinue reading “Da Capo al Coda”
The Diagnosis
Boom boom boomAround the cornerOn the other side of the wallSounds like poundingSounds like hammering (What is it really)(What else could it be) Boom boom bangIt is and it isn’tBehind the wallWithout seeing itWith my own eyesWith only hearing itWith my earsPerhaps it isn’t (We know that it is)(We have always known) Boom bang boomAroundContinueContinue reading “The Diagnosis”
Muttering Retreats 