Change, Poetry & Healing

photo (17)A 30 foot tall tree fell across my yard after an intense wind storm recently. No more shade. No more home for birds, squirrels, and insects. As its broken branches stretch over dirt and leaves wilt, I mourn this once reliant neighbor. All things change, I am reminded. The challenge is to find opportunity and uplift with every shift, regardless of an initial appearance as a welcome event or not.

While I call tree removal specialists and vision the yard with more sun, Donna Harmony Jones, a holistic nurse, contacted me from Florida to Continue reading

What Poetry Means

 

Globular Star Cluster: NASA/JPL-Caltech/Univ. of Virginia

Globular Star Cluster: NASA/JPL-Caltech/UVA

“What does your poetry mean?” asks another well-meaning reader. I stumble for a response, consider how much to say, how any answer misleads.

Mine is a poetry of breath and pulse, of blood and bone in a spiral with presence. In return, I may ask, “What does your body mean? What does a symphony mean? When we peer into the night, what meaning is there in the countless stars?”

My answer will fall short because Continue reading

Cecilia Vicuna’s Spit Temple

spittemple-fullsizeEvery writer I know looks forward to clutching the hallmark of her achievement. A rectangular paginated object is proof of years of a verbal mind at work, the book a harvest of a writer’s dedication.

We value concrete objects. We trust what we can hold and weigh in our hands, an object that stands the test of time. Tangible evidence, books secure us a place in culture and, by extension, the mind. Removing a book from the shelf and reading, an easy enough action, we open to a world that unfolds at our fingertips. The written word receives such respect that Continue reading

Live Writing

live-writing 2When invited to read my poetry for the 40th anniversary and new location of Living Arts in Tulsa Oklahoma September 2009, I was in the country only a few weeks from a year working in S. Korea. The artistic director and a committee of artists of various disciplines designed an interactive, inter-participatory, intra-media fluxus style party called Kubos-Tesseract. While an ocean away from home and immersed in an unfamiliar language and culture, I wrote no poetry. I welcomed the Kubos-Tesseract invitation to Continue reading