Confessions of a Five
Over 25 years ago On my month-long honeymoon in Italy I brought along to read Antonio Gramsci’s Prison Notebooks
Category: No Time for Poetry but Exactly What Is
Darlene Submits a Serious Request
“Dear Dharma Teacher Show me how To yell mindfully” –from novel-in-progress, Our Heroic and Ceaseless 24/7 Struggle against Tsuris
One Thing Leads to Another
Z studied with meIn a Social Justice class fall 2007 I learned that semesterHow much Z loved poetry They kept a notebook of new wordsThey’d come across and then make the words a part of…
She’s Had a Pretty Good Nocturnal Run
At Dunkin’ Donuts She said matter-of-factly “I haven’t had a nightmare In 17 years” She’s 22
Crazy Jane Is Back in Town
I met the Buddha on the road And little said she and I “The Diamond Sutra is matchless Reading it makes me cry” “You just reminded me of Mary Oliver Her percipience makes me cry”
Recollection
In October 2003 We were in Nablus Awarta, Ramallah Being alert in the olive groves Dashing across the settler-only roads Learning a thing or two about sumud In Louisville the minister and civil rights activist…
Mad Farmer’s Liberation Bumpersticker
Over on Newstead Avenue Organic farmer’s car parked in front of me Had this bumpersticker: Compost Congress
Realization Stepping outside the House Heading down the Street to the Community College
There are three bodhisattvas (that I know of) On the 4500 block of Chouteau Avenue Joanie French Chelsea Jaeger Jean Abbot Bodhi Svaha!
When We Were Young
The old days of Enneagram exchanges The old days of “noisy contemplation” The old days of Wendell Ford The old days of the FSLN The old days of Buzz Parsons The old days of home-made…
While Walking on Telegraph Avenue, It Hit Me
Thy eternal narcissism shall not fade, Alas –from novel-in-progress, Our Heroic and Ceaseless 24/7 Struggle against Tsuris