Love as A Model For Change

Before Covid19, and certainly even more now, the systems that were meant to take care of us, protect our most vulnerable, and be focused on the best interest of the people rather than for those in power have all failed and can no longer be trusted or relied upon. We are at the precipice ofContinue reading “Love as A Model For Change”

The Dead by Denise Levertov

Earnestly I looked into their abandoned faces at the moment of death and while I and aged their slack jaws and straighter waxy unrestraint limbs and plugged the orifices with cotton but like everyone else I learned each time nothing new, only that as it were, a music, however harsh, that held us however loosely,Continue reading “The Dead by Denise Levertov”

Prayer for Revolutionary Love by Denise Levertov

That a woman not ask a man to leave meaningful work to follow her. That a man not ask a woman to leave meaningful work to follow him. That no one try to put Eros in bondage. But that no one put a cudgel in the hands of Eros. That our loyalty to one anotherContinue reading “Prayer for Revolutionary Love by Denise Levertov”

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement.

When death comes by Mary Oliver When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps his purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to stepContinue reading “When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement.”

They Have Threatened Us With Resurrection (1980) By Julia Esquivel

A powerful and challenging poem I came across this week. They Have Threatened Us With Resurrection (1980) by Julia Esquivel; translated by Ann Woehrle It isn’t the noise in the streets that keeps us from resting, my friend, nor is it the shouts of the young people coming out drunk from the “St. Pauli,” norContinue reading “They Have Threatened Us With Resurrection (1980) By Julia Esquivel”

Damage & Too Much and Too Little

Damage by Wendell Berry I. I have a steep wooded hillside that I wanted to be able to pasture occasionally, but it had no water supply. About halfway to the top of the slop there is a narrow bench, on which I thought I could make a small pond. I hired a man with a bulldozer toContinue reading “Damage & Too Much and Too Little”