At My Wake, Someone Will Hear Someone Else Say…
“He was always telling me to share my writing…” “You, too? He said that to me, like… weekly!” “Weekly? He’d badger me daily for a fortnight until I gave up.” “He was relentless.” “Verdad. Yep,…
Category: No Time for Poetry but Exactly What Is
Some People Are Relentless
Tomorrow may I come over to Sophia House Borrow your notebook Take it to my house Copy the pages you wrote And read to me at NW Coffee (Saturday 21 April) Return to Sophia House…
If This Is It, Then What Is It?
Three writing topics proposed by Sara Rendell: 1. If this is it, then what is it? 2. Dear Internal Critic, You Have 15 Minutes before I Ignore You 3. Something that surprised me today “If…
Morning at La Dolce Via
The immense wealth you have to give away– Your beauty Your contemplation Your healing– You’ve already started With Me Today
Sink or Savor (After the Haitian Poetry Discussion)
This week I’ve had these eerie premonitions (I really need to say my mantram a few thousand times to Sri Anandamayi Ma) “Eerie” because of my selfishness Premonitions that you will be going to San…
Memory is a Mysterious Thing
When I was reading Proust And about 200 pages into Swann’s Way I suddenly remembered a friend Who had told me about his friend Whose father was the CEO of a major transnational corporation & Whose…
The Rhythm of Life
On Saturday Wedding ananda On Monday Jury-duty
Your Life Is Your Message: A Toast
An older Gujarati man was sitting in a train about to leave When a reporter came up to his compartment window and asked “Do you have a message I can take back to my people?”…
Written in the Margins of a Page in a Book by George Steiner
Pain is our teacher Our nurturer of memory Our judge of the quotidian Our provocateur for empathy Give pain your respect
One Day
When you are twenty-seven And at last done Done DONE with medical school We should do a marathon/festival of words Reciting poetry to each other Then writing off of the lines of Neruda, Szymborska And…