Let’s collaborate
in celebrating
the soul of Thanksgiving
by giving
even
— and especially —
when the thanks
doesn’t come.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Month: November 2019
Thanksgiving Eve: On Human Nature
It is difficult to determine
whether
having a day set aside for gratitude
is a cause for celebration
or for shame.
We don’t ascribe days to
breathing
or
waking
or
thinking
because we do those things, always.
What a thorough humiliation
that we cannot say the same
for thankfulness.
Thanksgiving Week: On Loneliness
Holidays are for many burdened souls
a “hollow daze,”
as the bright lights,
garish decorations,
and leviathan feasts
make them to recall
again
the empty chairs
and quiet corners.
(May you encounter an unanticipated peace this week.)
Thanksgiving Week: On Gratitude
As the pieces of your heart
gather around your feast,
may your food be gratitude
and your words be peace.
A day of reflection
for the treasures undeserved,
may your gratefulness overflow,
full and unreserved.
On Combat
Sometimes,
the war isn’t against evil
or taken up to trounce malice —
it’s a bloody, embittered battle
against policies, systems, precedents, and structures
too infirm and too narrow-focused
to extend their reach
to the people
who exist at the margins.
Wordsmith Wednesday – Poem VIII
Perhaps,
the only thing we destroy
more than the earth
is each other.
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Touchstone Tuesday – Poem V
Someone once told me
that a proper poem
is to have
within it
a rigid rhyme scheme.
So, I, I, I,
shattered their vase,
around which hung
the decayed petals
of iambic pentameters,
and watched,
as impropriety
crawled out.
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On Writing and Witchcraft
Writing is a witchcraft,
a sorcery that is concurrently
delicate and barbaric,
a self-determined incantation,
a quiet conjuring of all human passions,
a necromancy that whispers to ancestral creators
“I have felt you shape me,”
and it is into the melting cauldron
that the writer-witch pours
her own blood for creation.
Firestone Friday – Poem VIII
What is love
if not learning
the language of a heart
and speaking to it
the most gentle of words?
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On Loneliness
Loneliness is thicker
in the voices of those
you love
Faith, Health, and Other Musings 