is over and I'm glad people seemed to enjoy the selections. I had a great time reading new poets and finding new stuff from old favorites. I'll probably trickle out some of the unposted pieces now and then, because you know, it's fun.

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"shall I make sense or shall I tell the truth...i cannot do both."

Seele im Raum

It sat between my husband and my children.   
A place was set for it-a plate of greens.   
It had been there: I had seen it
But not somehow-but this was like a dream-
Not seen it so that I knew I saw it.
It was as if I could not know I saw it
Because I had never once in all ( Read more... )

words from edward estlin

since feeling is first

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all the flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter ( Read more... )

This bit of awesomeness is why I do youtube searches for odd things like "hurdy gurdy"

Nigel Eaton rocking the hurdy gurdy at a Plant & Page concert.

A song, from the late Harry Chapin. Audio under the link.

Remember When the Music.

Remember when the music
Came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire
And as we sang the words, it would set our minds on fire,
For we believed in things, and so we'd sing.

Remember when the music
Brought us all together to stand inside the rain
And as we'd join our hands, ( Read more... )

1- Must be spring. *twitches*

2- Saw Joel Salatin speak tonight and announced my latest project to a large crowd of interested people. *This* is the project- Manitou Springs Seed Library . I've gotten donations, a small grant and some strong community support. I have guarded hopes that we can turn it into a venue for offering workshops and other ( Read more... )

The Elephant is Slow to Mate D.H. Lawrence

The elephant, the huge old beast ( Read more... )

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“In the act of writing the poem, I am obedient, and submissive. Insofar as one can, I put aside ego and vanity, and even intention. I listen. What I hear is almost a voice, almost a language. It is a second ocean, rising, singing into one’s ear, or deep inside the ears, whispering in the recesses where one is less ( Read more... )

something for the spring.

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Leeks

Two sticks in drifted snow
mark the trench where I laid the leeks
in cool dirt in October.
Now I dig down through old
frozen crust to damp dark hay
to the thick grey green leaves
of the leeks and pull them
from the piled earth and
shake dirt from their white
hairy roots. They come up
like ( Read more... )