…your path is waiting
Where is mountain, where is sky? Mist and cloud may know or merge unknowing: where is water, where is air? Between peak and valley, day and night, where am I? […]
…it’s enough
it is all poetry, even a dark morning at the end of Fall, twisting oak branches revealed, small birds and the last lacy leaves still holding fast rivers and rivulets […]
Autumn at the Happy Hermitage: ghazal verses
the leaves are falling, the ridge rising into view I know it was there all along, but now I see the still blue wave, and the rocks invisible still silent […]
ecstasy
ecstasy takes time, even if it lasts moments you have to slow down so ecstasy can find you the way the light finds each plant in the sweep of day […]
…the way
I am barefoot, sometimes the way is soft, a frog leaps pondward, touching my foot, the birds keep watch I don’t know where I am going, what I will find […]
…listening to the ground
no objective correlative for this hard time more life in a desert than in desolation this grief is punctuation. stop. what can be next? the pressure of sorrow and terror, […]
…here’s my hand, a ghazal for the year’s turn
sometimes watch your thoughts: leaves floating by on a stream other times, hunt your thoughts down, be a predator the witness knows which thoughts pass, which to devour in winter […]
…bear witness back, be here
frost in the night, shining at dawn, melting at noon flowers give up the ghost on black funeral stalks I come with the clippers and cart away my dead light […]
Maeve (aka Mary Magdalen) on the Papyrus Scrap
Maeve has been impatiently waiting for interview requests from The New York Times and other major media since The Times published that article about of a scrap of papyrus. You […]
Pause
between summer and fall between one political convention and the other between the full blue moon and the next new moon between holiday and school between breath in, breath out […]