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October 2019 ~ Let Evening Come

Happy 13th Anniversary, Poem of the Month! In honor of the years, a spare poem that blesses sentient beings and other forms – a bottle, a hoe, a shed.  Kenyon’s poem doesn't argue with time’s passage, but rather is a meditation on intimacy with life as it is.  May you find solace here. Let Evening [...]

By |October 1st, 2019|Poem of the Month|

February 2019 – This Morning I Pray for My Enemies

          We humans, a struggling species, can use more prayers like this. The Heart can show the way, though, if we let it. This Morning I Pray for My Enemies And whom do I call my enemy? An enemy must be worthy of engagement. I turn in the direction of the [...]

By |February 1st, 2019|Poem of the Month|

August 2018 ~ St. Francis and the Sow

            May this poem wrap you in a cloak of compassionate warmth. May it help you recollect the loveliness of all life.  Especially in these times.  Amen.  The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though sometimes it [...]

By |August 24th, 2018|Poem of the Month|

April 2013 ~ Birdfoot’s Grampa

The old man must have stopped our car two dozen times to climb out and gather into his hands the small toads blinded by our lights and leaping, live drops of rain. The rain was falling, a mist about his white hair and I kept saying You can’t save them all accept it, get back [...]

By |April 1st, 2013|Poem of the Month|

June 2012 ~ In Praise of Craziness, of a Certain Kind

On cold evenings my grandmother, with ownership of half her mind-- the other half having flown back to Bohemia-- spread newspapers over the porch floor so, she said, the garden ants could crawl beneath, as under a blanket, and keep warm, and what shall I wish for, for myself, but, being so struck by the [...]

By |June 1st, 2012|Poem of the Month|

February 2010 ~ Space Aliens Found Performing in Carnival Freak Shows

Space Aliens Found Performing in Carnival Freak Shows In 1920, my great-aunt Jane hopped a midnight freight and ran away from home to sing on a New York stage. She was only sixteen. The family took her photograph off the grand piano and never again spoke her name. Later, they grew lonely for her voice. [...]

By |February 1st, 2010|Poem of the Month|

October 2008 ~ Try to Praise the Mutilated World

Try to Praise the Mutilated World Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June's long days, and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine. The nettles that methodically overgrow the abandoned homesteads of exiles. You must praise the mutilated world. You watched the stylish yachts and ships; one of them had a long trip ahead of [...]

By |October 8th, 2008|Poem of the Month|

September 2008 ~ Kindness

Kindness Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness. [...]

By |September 8th, 2008|Poem of the Month|

May 2008 ~ Lunch With the Dalai Lama

Lunch With the Dalai Lama In a dream he is standing in line in a busy high school cafeteria blending in, (even with his shaved head, prayer beads, red robe and sandals) waiting as if he were just another student. When he asks me to have lunch with him, I excitedly invite everyone else to [...]

By |May 8th, 2008|Poem of the Month|