A Mindful Life

Wow. It’s April 10. Time flies, and all that. What pleases me about the date is that I am one-third of the way through poetry month, and I’ve written a poem (or part of one) daily. The most recent: Poor Nineteen Rains Unceasing Enough Again, even if you typically don’t “get” poetry, you might give [...]

My dream trip will blow me into a moon lake and girls pant as they lie under the summer sky while hot winds moan lightly. – #9 for NaPoWriMo — a puzzle piece for another poem sometime. Have had a very low energy, inarticulate day. Partly angry with a slight chance of depressed. Feh.

I did it because I could not sleep, had not slept for several nights. The air was cold as plate glass; breathing, like death by garrote. Clouds hissed and spat perpetual oblivion. He lingered a few feet down the aisle by the hair products. I did it because I was laid off from my dead-end [...]

It’s hard to feel middle-aged, because how can you tell how long you are going to live? –Mignon McLaughlin

The rains unceasing fatten streams into rivers, choke the planted fields. Satiated earth burps a sinkhole on Highway One at Devil’s Slide. City streets become quickwater, and black umbrellas weave over the sidewalks like vesper bats veering toward home. Panhandlers carry their soggy lives in shopping carts; even the homeless cling to commodity. In broad [...]

Explore / 4″ x 6″ canvas board with acrylic paint and collage

Little Flower / 4″ x 6″ canvas board with acrylic paint and collage

A gorgeous vision behind the sordid picture; stare only at love. – Poem #7 for NaPoWriMo (not feeling verbal today)

Taken at the DeYoung Museum in San Francisco

If there were no poetry on any day in the world, poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger. –Muriel Rukeyser