Hello, how are you doing? At the Friends meeting yesterday, I had quite an hour of silence. It’s like meditation, but I feel more free. I sat down, settled in physically, and began to welcome myself–it was more elaborate than usual. It turned into an incantation for welcoming myself. Like a poem and prayer. You… Read More »
Hello, how are you doing? I hope you have a lovely home to live in. Ming and I are newly snug, living in a housing co-op in Oregon for three weeks now. I made this St Brigid’s cross out of lavender as an art gift blessing for the house. Here’s a poem about what I… Read More »
Hello, how are you doing? Toward the middle of the homelessness of me and Ming, I wrote this poem The Earth is My Home. It’s important to me because it speaks exactly what I was feeling at the time–a clear delivery from Mother God. It’s about home, putting love at the center of well-being, and… Read More »
Hello, I recorded a new poem “disabled dancing.” I wrote it a few days ago after chalice circle. We’d been talking about pets, and I was thinking a lot about teeth. How some people get their pets’ teeth cleaned, but I live with elders who’ve been chronically homeless, and mostly they don’t have teeth. I… Read More »
I wrote this poem how to sing your way through a panic attack this morning in the kitchen. Although it’s written as instructions, it’s autobiographical. I hope it gives you ideas of how to feel your feelings, grapple with death, and keep trying. Ming recorded me reading it. We’re staying at a gorgeous cabin in… Read More »
There’s a poem I taught long ago, when I taught university, that blew the minds of my poetry students. Was I a jerk, to assign this poem? Who knows. Well, you couldn’t say it was boring. I think of it as the snail poem, but it’s actually “The Connoisseuse of Slugs” by Sharon Olds. If… Read More »
Hey, I laid out a little poem about soup. Could anyone but me care about this soup poem? I hope so. I looked at other poems, on the #poemsofinstagram hashtag, and they are mostly really boring. Poems you would expect. This is a weird poem, I guess. I write the poems I need to. Really… Read More »