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Saving the Whole Wide World and Little Old You: A Reboot

Can I get an Amen? Can I get an Awoman? Can I get a some days it feels like we’re going to hell in a hand-basket, a hand-basket that is simultaneously on fire and flooding? Life is hard. Life is complicated. In these almost-but-not-quite End Times, we are facing catastrophe, calamity, chaos. The world is […]

Let’s Just Say I Hope

Today, I read Marilyn Nelson‘s “how i discovered poetry” a “sequence of fifty unrhymed sonnets” that use personal and political events from the time she was four in 1950 to the time she was fourteen in 1960 to build a picture of the life for a girl in a military family. The author never denies […]

Too tired to write so I offer you a Part of art

Recently, a co-worker who plays oboe gave me the names of a few new to me composers. One of them, Arvo Part writes classical and sacred music. I’m too damn tired to write much of anything, so I leave you with this sample of Arvo Part’s Te Deum.

Scrap of Scripture: A bit of a poem by Wislawa Szymborska

A day or so ago, a well put together little old lady returned a couple of books of poetry. I asked her if she had read Gabriel by Edward Hirsch. She had not, but she had it on her to read list. I told her a bit about Hirsch’s book. She told me that she […]

Soft Water Waves Whip Crack and Slash

Despite being tired from a full day of work (workout, school work, day job), a day that started very early (a bit after 5:00 a.m.), I rushed home, I cooked dinner up super fast, I bolted it down, and I raced downtown to meet a creative colleague. Part of me just wanted to stay home, […]

Not winning but still finding joy

I spent much of the day watching Christmas movies. Now, y’all have to understand that most days the number of hours I spend in front of the TV is precisely ZERO. During an average week I don’t watch any TV shows or movies. During an average month, I watch maybe five hours total. Most of […]

Every poem’s like gold

I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies And I’m not proud of my address, In the torn-up town, no post code envy Royals, Lorde For one of my classes, I had to stitched together a themed poetry/song anthology aimed at young adults. My anthology, […]

Art interruptis leaves something to be desired

This is not the normal Monday post. Normally, when I do write on Mondays, I try to write about walking/biking/moving. But everything is off kilter. Life is full. Very full. In my work-a-day persona, I am working full-time at the public library. In my do-gooder persona, I’m taking care of a nursing Momma Dog and […]

Forty little monkeys jumping on a building, one fell off and broke my head

“Forty little monkeys jumping on a building.” A couple of days ago I received an eflux announcment about N S Harsha’s show Tamasha at Berliner Kunstlerprogramm/DAAD. Reading the promotional copy, the show sounds fascinating, referencing Indian and German religious and folk traditions/myths as well as the current problem of “the plague of monkeys in real […]

Hold on as Alabama Shakes

So this Wednesday’s dose of other people’s good words and/or good works focuses on Alabama Shakes performing Hold On. This performance on Saturday Night Live has a hold on me. There is some damn fine music playing, but what holds my attention is Brittany Howard. Ms. Howard, who also is one of the bands guitar […]