Posted: April 17, 2019 Filed under: Uncategorized
Mobile library, with the sign “County Library: We Want One,” Rockville Fair, Maryland, 1928. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS/LC-DIG-NPCC-33353
Posted: March 26, 2019 Filed under: Uncategorized
Jim Harrison in his Livingston Montana writing cabin (Photo by Kurt Markus)
“Poetry, at its best, is the language your soul would speak if you could teach your soul to speak.” – Jim Harrison
In summer I walk the dogs at dawn
before the rattlesnakes awake. In cold weather
I walk the dogs at dawn out of habit.
In the pastures we find many oval deer beds
of crushed grass. Their bodies are their homes.
I left this mangy little
three-legged bear two big fish
on a stump. He ate them at night
and at dawn slept like a god
leaning against the stump
in a chorus of birds.
The fly on the window is not a distant crow
in the sky. We’re forced into these decisions.
People are forever marrying the wrong people
and the children of the world suffer.
Their dreams hang in the skies out of reach.
Posted: February 7, 2019 Filed under: Uncategorized
“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Posted: January 26, 2019 Filed under: Uncategorized
The rays of the sun are fading to dark.
Posted: January 13, 2019 Filed under: Uncategorized
In the surface of things is the heart of things.
Posted: December 29, 2018 Filed under: Uncategorized
We are here in all our splendor.
Posted: November 29, 2018 Filed under: Uncategorized
We’re here in all our splendor.