Poems Hide

I’ll tell you a secret: poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes, they are sleeping. They are the shadows drifting across our ceilings the moment before we wake up. What we have to do is live in a way that lets us find them. Naomi Shihab Nye

New Poem: Your Innocence is Your Protection

  Your Innocence is Your Protection You’ve done nothing wrong. You have obeyed a higher tribunal. The charges are ridiculous, trumped up, and manipulated. Human nature, craving personal dominance instead of shared dominion is jealous and afraid of spiritual power and systematically discerned integrity, applied. You were cruelly cast out, into the lion’s den, so … Read more

New Poem: Back to the New Normal

Back to the New Normal Open nesting is challenging. The revolving door brings in gusts of cold air and crunchy-crisp leaf-litter as well as delight. So very good to see them, but your world clutters and clangs to a stop like musical chairs in suspension waiting frozen, like in statue tag as the house becomes … Read more