A Joyful Circle – the Final Lineage Poem
I wouldn’t have missed a minute of it. And I pray that I will have many more to experience. Little boy, I weep for joy at the prospect of meeting you!
poetry, photography and reflections on life, aging, and dharma
I wouldn’t have missed a minute of it. And I pray that I will have many more to experience. Little boy, I weep for joy at the prospect of meeting you!
for a downstream lineage to manifest requires an injection – a partner, a husband, a wife to be inserted into this stream that it might flow onward
This Father’s Imperfect Love – Sixth Lineage Poem. Writing an honest poem is a profoundly private act. Making the decision to share that poem publicly is anything but. This is especially true if one is writing “about” a friend or family member who’s still alive to read it (bearing in mind that all we can … Read more
But she was also the quieter, smaller one of the two. I always had the sense that she chose to hold herself close, always to defer.
redwing blackbirds
flash like fire in the sun, the Olds
sailing and sailing over waves of blacktop
my mother called on Friday
to let me know his time was near
that I needed to come now.
My intention is that each collection will offer something of beauty in its own right. Further, my hope is that one might enter the collection and linger for a few precious minutes. A bit of an anti-instagram perhaps. This won’t be for everyone. Come in and browse.