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Peter Schireson: Awakening

The monk sits
upright, unmoving
in the garden

June 1, 2019 · 1 Comment

Peter Schireson: Woof

I take Buster out for his walk, above us, wild geese fly south, honking, going nowhere, geese without edges,  no longer geese. Where did they go? asked Baso. “Away,” Hyakujo … Continue reading

May 3, 2019 · Leave a comment

Sam Hamill: Nightingales of Kifissia

An evening in Kifissia, a taverna after the botanical garden, now more than thirty years ago, . the nightingales, hundreds, the sound of nightingales through it all. And me feeling … Continue reading

February 28, 2019 · 1 Comment

Sam Hamill: When Eagles Fly

I don’t know how we do it, how we struggle to find happiness in this brutal world.   I sat a long time watching a few sailboats meander around Fidalgo … Continue reading

December 13, 2018 · Leave a comment

Juniper White: Pulse Oximetry

For Sam . Propped on pillows, eyes closed, cannula askew, the machine indifferently   draws and whirs oxygen puffs, and you breathe as you can. I settle down beside,   … Continue reading

December 12, 2018 · Leave a comment

Sam Hamill: In the Company of Ancient Masters

It is autumn in the autumn of my life. I sit on my deck in the evening light and watch a slow boat pass by.   Tonight, a woman I … Continue reading

November 15, 2018 · Leave a comment

Sam Hamill: Odysseus in Paris, 6 a.m.

I’m leaning out the window, looking up Rue Pascal, up the hill toward Mouffetard, where soon the markets will overflow with fresh produce and fish, and dozens of restaurants will … Continue reading

September 27, 2018 · Leave a comment

Sam Hamill: Three Poems

Septuagenarian Sitting alone in late summer twilight sipping cold sake   reading the obituaries of my friends . To Margaret, the Librarian It was a librarian who first showed me … Continue reading

July 19, 2018 · 1 Comment

Sam Hamill: Remembering Kenneth Rexroth

The maple leaves are always green up here, and the waters of the Sound always blue. I have been thinking of you all day, at least since breezes pushed the … Continue reading

May 22, 2018 · 3 Comments

Ian Boyden: Study The Axe Handle

學柯 for Sam Hamill To study the axe handle is to study the forest, how trees stand, and how trees fall, and how to cause their falling, and what it … Continue reading

April 18, 2018 · Leave a comment

Sam Hamill: Of Cascadia (text and video)

. Of Cascadia I came here nearly forty years ago, broke and half broken, having chosen the mud, the dirt road, alder pollen and a hundred avenues of gray across … Continue reading

April 17, 2018 · 2 Comments

Sam Hamill — To the Tune: Spring at Wu Ling

The breeze has passed, pollen dust settled, and now the evening comes as I comb out my hair. There is the book, the inkstone, the table. But he who was … Continue reading

March 26, 2018 · Leave a comment

Sam Hamill: Remembering Gwendolyn Brooks

When I was a boy on a Utah farm, I listened to Chicago blues and dreamed of the city’s big shoulders and wide arms and the roads leading up from … Continue reading

January 24, 2018 · Leave a comment

Sam Hamill: Coming to It

A midnight cup of sake, a strange solitude. Is this all I’ve become?   Old and alone, bending over a poem written in loneliness by some old Chinese bag o’ … Continue reading

January 10, 2018 · 1 Comment

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