Let me say that love will not
let me alone. If it has let you alone, go back
and find it where you hid it under a scrim
When a tattoo marks a personal transformation, or the reclaiming of an abused body, the tattoo artist becomes a healer.
I want to apologize for walking in
When the dog was licking
Your bald head as you lay
On the couch drinking rum
Straight from the bottle…
In the middle of the night when he thinks
I’m asleep, Bill will weep without sound
shaking the bed like a curse at God
Allowing the seas to recover from the outrageous assaults of commercial fishing can help heal our own wounded lives.
We speak in circles,
Sock-monkeys one and all,
able to say what we are told.
People here stop and listen to children’s conversations. People here not only wait in line—say, at the bakery—but in that line come to agreement as to who rightly should go first—the frail old man, for instance, who has trouble with his legs, the mother who needs to hurry home & cook, the busboy from the café sent to buy more bread for a sudden crowd, and only then the couple, plenty of time, buying bread for dinner.
America is going through a water crisis, and we’re going to face even more dire times if it doesn’t begin to change soon.
for you are broken too, eh?
and mad like me for love