borrowed words

  • borrowed words.

    September After the flare of the match strike, we’re off. I tryto stop to wave, “bye.” by Adriana Stimola…

    September 5, 2019 2 Comments
  • borrowed words.

    No! This is precisely the time when artists go to work. There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language.…

    August 12, 2019 3 Comments
  • borrowed words.

    I see it as it looked one afternoonIn August,-by a fresh soft breeze o’erblown.The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon,A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon.The shining waters with pale currents strewn,The…

    July 23, 2019 2 Comments
  • borrowed words.

    The truth is, I’ve never cared for the National Anthem. If you think about it, it’s not a good song. Too high for most of us with “the rockets’ red glare” and then there…

    July 4, 2019 18 Comments
  • borrowed words.

    “…What was missing from that surreal and terrifying torrent of information and virtuality was any regard, any place, for the human animal, situated as she is in time and in a physical environment with…

    June 18, 2019 11 Comments
  • borrowed words.

    Dinghy floating on top of its oceanliner, the way we must look like adult and pupsea lions, beached and snoozing, or elsean asp on a heat rock, or a couple of grubs,you on me…

    May 13, 2019 3 Comments
  • borrowed words.

    Put down that bag of potato chips, that white bread, that bottle of pop. Turn off that cellphone, computer, and remote control. Open the door, then close it behind you. Take a breath offered…

    April 22, 2019 5 Comments
  • borrowed words.

    When, at the end, the children wanted to add glitter to their valentines, I said no. I said nope, no, no glitter, and then, when they started to fuss, I found myself saying something…

    March 18, 2019 5 Comments
  • borrowed words.

    “I have a different story to tell at 75 than I did at 25. Fifty years makes a difference and so if there’s a poet listening to us right now, one of the things…

    February 11, 2019 7 Comments
  • borrowed words.

    The last of these neighborhood roses and these words: “Here is the medicine: That though the heart is breaking, happiness can exist in a moment, also. And because the moment in which we live…

    June 11, 2018 13 Comments