mjae

Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine, the yellowing ash, all the trees are gone, and I was older than all of them. I am older than the moon,...

I'm definitely seeking solace these days. What is it about us that sends us seeking ourselves at every turn in our lives? Or is that sp...

You ask me how to pray to someone who is not. All I know is that prayer constructs a velvet bridge And walking it we are aloft, as on a spri...

Suddenly find myself in an internal cycle once again. I should be able to recognize the signs by now, but ... life is too immediate to see ...

I see the Earth I am looking at Her and smile Because she makes me happy. The Earth, looking back at me Is smiling, too. May I walk happily ...

three blocks later they're still kissing

When I am born again make me a drum, make me an anchor of rhythm for your hands. Make my song break locks, open windows, fill bellies. ...

Otherworldly, they may be naked & speaking a language you can’t understand. They test you on long division. You’re unprepared— This o...

See more of these gems here . I think this would make a great poem to "workshop," swapping out your own place-words to achieve a n...

It could have happened. It must have happened. It happened earlier. Later. Closer by. Further away. It happened not to you. You survived bec...

If you have been working toward a promotion or a raise, things might finally start to loosen up on the job front now that Mars is again push...

From tarot.com: Perhaps you have reached a phase in your life when work starts to lose its prominence. Of course, you must be dutiful enough...

January 2008, here's what the stars have in store for me: You are in a transition in which you are fundamentally coming to terms with yo...

I remember the room in which he held  a kitchen match and with his thumbnail  commanded it to flame: a brown sofa,  two easy chairs, one co...

Been pretty unhappy w/ work for a while now - up and down, certainly, but more often down than up. Been vaguely dissatisfied with the way I...

God, give us each our own death, the dying that proceeds from each of our lives: the way we loved, the meanings we made, our need. ***** You...

Every family has one -- usually the one  who writes, the one who spills family secrets  onto the page like so much grape juice  on beige ca...

from Poetry on the Bus My mother's hands are silken gloves Woven of the warmest thread, Embroidered by the day, year, life. Each care...

Eric & I got married last Saturday, Sept. 29, 2007. I still can't bring myself to tell the whole story -- Friday night welcome dinne...

Ever since flirting with being an Objectivist my first year of college, I've been fascinated with the idea of philosophy. I wanted to k...