The Myth of Stillness

The Myth of Stillness

Somewhere, there is a stone
that has always been there,

before any other limb of the world.

The stone has never fallen,
never chipped, never rolled softly,
never scooted a millimeter,

All matter grew up
around it, wanting to be closer
to its stillness.

There is a secret inside of it

but it cannot speak

so
we keep guessing.

This Week, Feeling Inspired By....

This TEDtalk from Schuyler Towne, an expert on locks and lockpicking. So fascinating! I chose not to discuss locks in my recent essay on keys because my brain does not understand them at all. Towne knows all about locks, and speaks about them elegantly and articulately.



This poem, "Sophomore," by Nick Courtright (at Contrary).

The terrific art site/publication, SuperMassiveBlackHole Magazine (SMBHmag).




And how about you? What muses are courting you these days?

There Is a Yearbook

There Is a Yearbook

Everyone you love is in it.
It is only one page,
the photos and names

are decoupaged, one over the other,
the surface is dark and glossy in spots.

It’s too heavy to lift.

There’s More Where That Came From

There’s More Where That Came From

The flower won’t flower any slower,
but the mountain is going nowhere

at least not while we sit next to each other
on the picnic bench for a quick lunch.

You could tell me about how much
you’ve changed, how the wind feels

now, how more and more people
bring their bodies to you. Or you

could say how one part of you has
always lived in winter, the other part

in grass. Instead, you say here, take
this pebble, have a whole handful.

Bad Tree

Bad Tree

The thing you make today
is not beautiful again

but you were forgiven
yesterday.

In these woods, no one
walks and looks,

stares at one plant, thinking,
Wow, what a

shitty fern, what a bad
tree. I see so much

for you, if you want it,
I see travel,

and love, and the disobedience
of your body.

See that one crooked fern over there,
that one’s my favorite,

one day I’ll look for it and it won’t
be there.