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Posted on August 24, 2020 Leave a Comment
Meditations on the Anahata Chakra 3 here at the center a lotus with twelve petals twelve ways to go directly to jail petal twelve—repentance— upsets everything I was told as a child Sorry Sorry Sorry what do you say if you don’t say sorry? and petal one: hope what do you say if you […]
Posted on August 23, 2020 Leave a Comment
Interlude The insects build a wave of sound that crests subsides then silence The past does its best to fill it but they the insects built it silence too well Exhausted on the bank the beach the edge of “next” it’s all the welcome all the prayer […]
Posted on August 22, 2020 Leave a Comment
Meditations on the Anahata Chakra 1 it’s so obvious this vein bent close to the ear beating its drum so that I hear it night and day here’s how to write it out whoa whoa whoa whoa it’s just one word this two-valved sound the door opening and […]
Posted on August 21, 2020 Leave a Comment
Adjustment If I don’t tell you everything, if I don’t speak… All morning I wander streets and paths, duck under bridges, watch for signs. All afternoon I page through the old books, read and listen. Never was Always was Move Hold still Being Nothingness Love is […]
Posted on August 20, 2020 Leave a Comment
Alchemy Visit the interior of the earth to find… Blue skies fast clouds deep green embrace of trees and grasses wind talking late summer as food and funeral My fortune was to get, finally, everything I ever wanted. That shut me up. Down down breath-holding […]
Posted on August 19, 2020 Leave a Comment
Fortune Outside a little oven of a house on a sand lot off base in an overheated state was where I first felt it, the certainty that I could live other ways in other places and be free. Swinging on a swing under a mimosa’s pink stars […]
Posted on August 18, 2020 Leave a Comment
Wealth You can only be rich briefly (wealth moves or dies) and this evening I am rich. Mid-August and the wind kicks up, thunder rolls over the lakes, the first yellow leaves blow by in patterns of foresight. Tom battens hatches while I, the idle rich, do nothing. The world (it moves or […]
Posted on August 17, 2020 Leave a Comment
Gita opening you’re blind or someone is and you are singing a battle an old one or maybe one about to be fought for peace there are horns honking trees broken an exhausted winter light this can’t be good but the song is the […]
Posted on August 16, 2020 Leave a Comment
8 What is it about water about desire? So speechless here a dam a pain in the low back It’s your size the solid earth of you that makes it all so easy Before you my eye was drawn to flame-quick bodies and now in broad daylight almost always there you […]
Posted on August 15, 2020 Leave a Comment
Architect A body is the architect of itself, plans rolled up inside each cell. I love what it can do, what mine can do, all five senses working, and locomotion. Hot in August (as it should be), it rifles through old memories of heat and throws them on the fire. This August, […]
Sherry Robbins 