Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“We’ll know as children again all we are destined to know that the water is cold and deep, and the sun penetrates only so far.” – Jim HarrisonĀ Reeling a slipping from reality down into the coldest darkness there is nothing here but invisible… Continue Reading “The Black”
āProlonged exposure to nature gives one a sort of grammatica pardo*, a wisdom of the soil.ā ~ Jim Harrison,Ā Ā from A Really Big Lunch *to be worldly-wise; know the ways of the world In the cloister under the canopy of the Mesquite all life’s wisdom… Continue Reading “Roots”
āIāve spent a lifetime trying to learn the language of the deadā ~ Jim Harrison from Sister in Ā Songs of Unreason In the quiet early hours before morning blooms Ā I yearn to catch their voices amid the scattered ruins Ā and revel in… Continue Reading “Minstrels”
A dying friend once asked of me, what is death? You’re a poet can you tell me please, what should I expect?
āThe hardest part is when the river is too swift and goes underground for days on endāĀ Ā ~Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason My soul the river rushing over stones of memories buried in sand some more grand and beautiful breathless times remembering glistening… Continue Reading “Gravity”
I took a nap and wept for no reasonā ~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason And when I weep are my tears Ā the color of the turquoise sky Ā reflecting in my eyes Ā or are they the white feathered Ā clouds… Continue Reading “Spectrum”
āThe mountains are so dominant that some days the people refuse to look at them as children turn away from the fathers who beat themā ~ Jim Harrison Ā from Songs of Unreason She was the mountaintop on which I stood Breathing the pure air,… Continue Reading “Sea Level”
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