All posts tagged: Hoping

Where We Are

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Poetry

The weeds in my heart have gone to tassel. They are purple and rose edged in the soft light from Beyond. The sun here is setting, rising, calling, giving, knowing, holding, flying, burning. And I am listening, watching, walking, dreaming, dying, wishing, burning. Shadows of the unkempt reeds are dancing together on the ground. They are playing in the mud without getting wet. A world without shadows, I whisper, is a world without magic. I’ve […]

Forgetting So Fast

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Poetry

Hafiz and I were up on the widow’s walk beneath a flaming sky prancing to and fro, lunging, parrying, regaling the light with our imagined swordplay when his foot slipped unexpectedly on a pebble some bird had set there as a gift and my blade plunged into his belly and he gasped, staggered, and tumbled off the edge of the roof. I found him draped over the hedge with his leg cocked behind his back […]

My Plan

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Course Ideas / Poetry

My plan, Hafiz, is to start a movement. A beautiful groundswell. It will involve festivals, of course, local chapters, iconic images, bylaws, speeches that change everything and people who don’t bathe mixing happily with those who do. Food stands.  Woven hats. And yes, a cool logo. It will have green in it for sure. The thing is that it must be worldwide— everywhere that people are. And some places they’re not, too. How great would […]

The Moon Is On Fire

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Christ

The place itself, the physical structure, was  built to produce a return.  It’s all right angles and flashing from a tube, inoperable windows, and two-tone exterior panels of artificial masonry.  But it’s where we do it.  Each morning we drive in from all points of the compass to the center, gathering together as befits us, to produce work.  That’s the key, really.  To produce work.  To offer something up.  The flimsy walls don’t matter.  The […]