Le Monomanie Merveilleux
Learn it by heart Sur mes cahiers d’écolier Summon it when staring into the abyss Sur toutes les pages blanches Translate it into new millennial American English Sur l’écho de mon enfance One year, translate…
Category: No Time for Poetry but Exactly What Is
Beautiful
6:00 a.m. Already 88 degrees Dear Bella In Spiritual Practice class yesterday I asked the students to make a list Of their ordinary daily activities They took a few minutes And came up with a…
The Path of Language (Compromismo/7)
For the last several years Henry’s friend David Harbrecht Had been paying attention to the drama of the Palestinian struggle Once he visited He was moved in his viscera He then made a decision There…
Notice What You Notice
What a beautiful phone message you just left What a beautiful Friday reunion after 5 months separation What a beautiful mantram walk up Washington Boulevard What a beautiful hour at Reshma’s Café planning the spiritual…
Candor
Perry When we ran into each other On the sidewalk in front of Gelato Supreme And I asked you, “Hey, when can we get together again? Last Monday was so long ago!” You raised that…
When Hamlet Saw Sri Anandamayi Ma
What an uncanny phenomenon is this woman! How penetrating in perception! How infinite in faculties! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god!…
Jotting from a Notebook Early 2011
Please remember Victor Jara, in the Santiago Stadium. Es Verdad, those Washington Bullets How can one take seriously anything The U.S. government says about being pro-democracy When it supported the Mubarak dictatorship for 30 years?…
You’re the Beautiful Resistance
There’s something about your sharing with me Tears usually are the result Not sadness as in Ach But gratitude as in Ah I’ve known you nine years plus So, of course, we inter-are Muriel Ruykeyser:…
The Simple Things
Walking in Forest Park Watching the baby ducks Receiving each others’ stories Seeing the blue sky Smiling in the present moment There we were: Paradise –from novel-in-progress, Our Heroic and Ceaseless 24/7 Struggle against Tsuris
Would Someone Please Start an Institute for the Cultivation of Slowness?
Rushing is a way of life We’re speed freaks Yeah it’s a drug Move the mind Faster and faster Get more done Faster and faster Our lives are one long Stair Master’s routine The pace…