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Posted on October 3, 2020 Leave a Comment
*The Endlessly Rising Canon of Fall When the limp green leaves the October sky loosen into death and our nights are filled with all the memories we thought we’d killed the sap of eternal return grows dry the harmony of the spheres but a wry mocking music the vacant heavens spilled into hearts eager […]
Posted on October 2, 2020 Leave a Comment
*A Bosom Friend Anna, you are two rooms away studiously turning disaster into art. How do you spell earthquake? How do you spell smoke? At the bottom of your paper a dashed-off sketch in red ink of houses burning and falling. This picturing gift was born in you but the words above the flames […]
Posted on October 1, 2020 Leave a Comment
The Sermon* Sometime during grade school the drone from the front of the room pinned hot legs under sticky desks while our green thoughts flew out the window. Tell the truth sing the green bird thoughts from the green leaves. Tell the truth. No more disembodied songs. Sherry Robbins, from Or, the Whale, […]
Posted on September 30, 2020 Leave a Comment
The Pulpit There is a shape in the stomach when a body falls off the end of the watery world. A shape to the way it swims back up toward distorted light. Mother, father, pack up their past for the future in this way. A leaf falls. Moss twirls on stone. Stars reel apart. […]
Posted on September 29, 2020 Leave a Comment
The Street Everyone in this town knows it was built on water and what that water carried – grain and lumber and power – west to east. Mansions stand on that history, parks and avenues fanned out like Frenchmen on parade. The only things that flow through now are themselves liquid: words, drink, […]
Posted on September 28, 2020 Leave a Comment
The Things I Do for You It feels like summer but the sun is lower in the sky and the first leaves of the burning bush catch fire. Heat, and the loss of heat. Earth moves. Sun moves. Moon and stars move. I sit still as if in protest. Inside, it […]
Posted on September 27, 2020 Leave a Comment
Meditations on the Ajna Chakra 6 one hundred years ago today Albert said that energy is mass speeding past light or Gargi made a sage say it thousands of years ago today that matter is woven on a loom of light or Anna said it twenty-three years ago today […]
Posted on September 26, 2020 Leave a Comment
Meditations on the Ajna Chakra 2 every morning I straddle night and day sit in the dark while the man catches the last ferry back from sleep and the cats prowl and wake the dog and the neighbor leaves in the blueblack to her job at the wire […]
Posted on September 25, 2020 Leave a Comment
Persephone Grounded The toad I startle every spring by unearthing her from potting soil, and who startles me by being a toad and not a clod of dirt, is busy licking flying ants out of the air and into her expanding belly, loading up for the long sleep ahead. The day, the air, are […]
Posted on September 24, 2020 Leave a Comment
Meditations on the Ajna Chakra 1 annunciation this bare room holds all my hope moon upon moon upon wheels of sun you’d think I’d be numb by now to time’s shrivel and swell why does each season crack open like godbirth? at least the walls hold still I want to feel […]
Sherry Robbins 