Never slap a man who is chewing tobacco.
Will Rogers
a lone goose passes by up above
and yells down at me
“hey! I’m up here, you know”
“yes, you are, and not a moment too soon”
some days are like that aren’t they?
the sun shines out royal
the music takes you and lifts you up
and every stray dog is your friend
some days even the goose is right on time
jobe
Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.
Carl Sandburg
the loop of living lassos us in
a rope from the world that loops the sun
and is then looped by the moon
the orbit of round
the orbit of circle
together we roll
together we spin
jobe
I love Victoria Chang’s work. She has a way of connecting time to endlessness, to the essence of being alive. This video has her reading 4 short poems that I found captivating, and it’s only 98 seconds long.
To acknowledge death is to acknowledge that we must take another shape.
Victoria Chang
I grieve alone before dawn, when my valley is still quiet beneath the blanket of darkness. I stare into the last fold of night until the face of my late son becomes clear, and then I listen until I can hear his voice again, And then I allow myself to break down, to fall apart. For a long time I counted the days since his death. Now I count the years.
jobe
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
C. S. Lewis
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