In the arc of his hug I think about how connected we all are. How heavenly cerulean kingdoms can connect heaven and earth despite time. I think about the wide arc of the universe, and how it touches itself in so many places in time and space.
Read Moremy bag of brittle bones and bulging discs
may have ahead of it a long time to support me.
The black-feathered bastards,
lazing on swaying tree tops,
cackled with laughter
at my winter-white legs,
When I practiced and taught medicine at Stanford Hospital sometimes other doctors or trainees would ask me to go to a patient’s room to offer my opinion about what to do or what’s actually going on. Continuing that as a CEO was...
Read MoreIn odorous pools, reflecting
More than any other scene
The world grown more lovely,
Pure like dead children.
The Plantation house still stands,
old and broken, the flowers misunderstand.
They once lined its walk, to create
conversations upon the porch, to debate.
Admit it, you love him, that old Proteus who’s never
stopped trying to win your affection. Embrace
him, says your therapist, he’s the one who’s weathered
you through. He’s lived in your house so long your neighbors
call him your common law mate.
I asked the manager where I was staying if she could recommend a kahuna who would meet with me. Without hesitation, she said, “Sure. I’ll call the person who blessed this land.”
Read MoreA three-legged
dog begs for more
attention than the standard
four-legged version. Strangers shout
What happened to it?
Twenty-five years ago, your life was the opposite of mine and that is why I followed you like a fatuous child, hallucinated you, abused my heart with you—my personal phantasm. You were the one true obsession—the gorgeous pernicious observer of a young woman’s life devolving into anarchy.
Read MoreRobert stood outside thinking, watching the trees. It was damn windy out there on the landing but it was the only place he could smoke since the whole co-op had lilified and gone smoke free. All men know smoking and thinking just go together. But he had to admit it gave him a reason to be out here where the trees bowed and swayed like servants before a king.
Read MoreI need to write you a bird
so you can see what it is like to fly.
And then after you get your bearings,
I will write your bird a clear sky
