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13
Aug
2018
I’m not sure whether this is a poem, a meditation, or an experiment. And I almosthope you find it confusing. You see, we all know what pronouns are. The Concise Oxford Dictionary defines them as “a word used instead of a noun to designate a person or thing already known…” In theory, then, a pronoun is simply a stand-in. But a pronoun is also a word in its own right; the choice of pronoun has its own implications. It conveys singular or plural, gender, and even the closeness of the relationship. So how, I wondered, do the pronouns we use for God affect our perceptions of that, umm, whatever?
...Can one still be one when two are one?
Now I am We, and They are I
And He and She are You and Me—
And I don’t know who I is anymore.
Categories: Poetry
Tags: God, pronouns
26
Jul
Water bombers roar low above the treetops.
Smoke billows black against the sky.
Flames flicker up trees.
Sirens wail.
Pack up --
Right now.
Fifteen minutes.
Don’t talk,
just do it.
Find suitcases.
How many days’ underwear will I need?
Tags: Forest fires, evacuation orders
17
In this summer of 2018, as a heat wave covered North America from the Atlantic to the Pacific coasts, my thoughts turned to those who do not have air-conditioning.
Heat is not an adjective.
It is a thing, a physical being, an octopus
that wraps its tentacles around my neck, my shoulders.....
Tags: heat, stifling
9
Dedicated to the notion that all life-changing experiences emerge from The Great Silence.
A tentative note sings in a silence.
It evokes a second note, in harmony with the first.
Their chord invites more notes --
a rush, a torrent, that dances like raindrops,
a bouquet, a cascade,
Tags: music, silence, harmony, word, thought
29
Jun
I slide into the water,
like slipping into a silk robe.
I have left my concerns with my clothes.
In the water, I have no weight, no body, no burden.
Soft velvet caresses me everywhere;
I have no private parts.
Tags: skinny dipping, naked, free