DEBRIS FLOW BY JENNIFER LAGIER
Big Sur’s extreme topography,
denuded by summer wildfire,
melts, slides downhill to ocean
after winter monsoon.
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Big Sur’s extreme topography,
denuded by summer wildfire,
melts, slides downhill to ocean
after winter monsoon.
Let yourself go to erase lust’s sin,
while embracing its beauty
Inky the octopus noticed
when his keeper left
the tank lid ajar.
He swam over, lifted it,
slid down to the floor
I sit here with all the missing jigsaw pieces
from your life’s pages
Posted by admin | Jul 7, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
Fifteen years earlier she was a waitress in a college town. The previous year she had been a student in a college town who was coming to the realization that she liked the town and hated going to college. The waitress job was a temporary answer.
Read MoreEmpathy changes possibilities
and is our best reason for living and loving.
Posted by admin | Jun 26, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
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.
