My Psychic Powers Acknowledged in This Morning’s Email
“How is it that you always know What I need to hear Even when we are 200 miles apart?”
“How is it that you always know What I need to hear Even when we are 200 miles apart?”
6 North Coffee Corner of Sarah and Laclede Coming in from a windy day Sitting in a booth Magan Wiles across from me Our eyes meet The wheels start turning The words come tumbling
People think they are making a big contribution by voting But don’t forget—a year has 364 other days: To come together face to face To get to know each other To name the problems that…
In the School of Revolutionary Mindfulness When students arrive early to class No I-Phones are anywhere to be seen In the minutes before class begins Students and teacher are sitting Breathing calmly and smiling
To cling not to the horrible (“Ach, my suffering, it’s so terrible… Have I told you about it this week?”) To cling not to the beautiful (“Damn! That takes my breath away!”) To light my…
You said, “I don’t seem to fit anywhere” I can relate to that— Fourteen years teaching at the university as a statusless adjunct No tenure No bulging curriculum vitae full of books, articles, papers, conferences,…
Advice to Oneself Without the cold and desolation of winter There could not be the warmth and splendor of spring. Calamity has tempered and hardened me, And turned my mind to steel.
Little Sister At the end of our lesson At the Bread Co on South Grand You gave me a simple assignment: “Write a four-line poem in Vietnamese” You came to this country at age eight…
The truth is, I’ve already got anticipatory blues that you are leaving soon [one and a half tears] Even if it’s for only umpteen weeks [sharp rise in temperature] I’m aware it’s not like forever…
doan is three years old in his head a fragment of that handy bomb that leaves buildings undamaged never puts a factory out of production doesn’t even harm bridges