Thursday, November 29, 2018

"Show me the place, help me roll away the stone
Show me the place, I can't move this thing alone

Show me the place where the word became a man

Show me the place where the suffering began

The troubles came I saved what I could save

A shred of light, a particle away"

from Show Me The Place
by Leonard Cohen

Sunday, November 25, 2018

Snow Day

"that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day."

from Today
by Billie Collins

Thursday, November 22, 2018

“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.” 

from Giovanni's Room
by James Baldwin

"He understood the need for love because he understood what hate had accomplished.

from The Fire This Time: James Baldwin and the Civil Rights Movement

by Robert Pfeffer

Saturday, November 17, 2018

Heading Home (September prairie)

"How do you sleep when the world keeps turning?
All that we built has come undone

How do you sleep when the world is burning?"

Barbra Streisand - Don't Lie to Me

Friday, November 9, 2018

Spirit Badger (trip to Hafford)

"Anyone with quiet pace who
walks a gray road in the West
may hear a badger underground where   
in deep flint another time is
Caught by flint and held forever,   
the quiet pace of God stopped still."

from Walking West
by William Stafford

"Her luck
has always been bad, so she stood
to one side and let me pass, trailing
the unmistakable aroma of badger
which she mistook for my underwear,
and so she looked upward, not
to heaven but to the cracked ceiling
her husband had promised to mend,
and she sighed for the first time
in my life that sigh which would tell
me what was for dinner. 

from One My Own

by Philip Levine

full poem

Thursday, November 8, 2018

Fall landscape and poetry

"I don’t know, but I do know that one thing that interests me is being in a landscape and trying to attach a language to something that you could never attach a language to."

An Interview with Michael McGriff at Poetry Daily

"My blood fills with so much iron I'm pulled
to a place in the hard earth where the wind 
grinds over the ridge bearing the wheels of tanker trucks 
oiling the access roads, where deer ruin the last of the plums, 
where the sloughs shrink back to their deepest channels, 
and I can turn away from nothing."

from Iron
by Michael McGriff

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Heading Home (September prairie)

"In scenery I like flat country.  
In life I don’t like much to happen."

from Passing Remark

"Wherever we looked the land would hold us up. "

from One Home
by William Stafford

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Heading Home (Sept. Harvest)

"Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard
And the rain she's a-turnin' into hail.
I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin' west, 
Though I'm travelin' on a path beaten trail. 
So it's fare thee well my own true love, 
We'll meet another day, another time." 

from Farewell
by Bob Dylan

Friday, November 2, 2018

Sharpe-shinned Hawk, Saskatoon (eying backyard feeder)

"the birds 
Have eaten the crumbs of our past.
Here we are both

Lost children wandering
In the asphalt wood."

from Les Masquers de l'ame
bu D.G. Jones (the sun is axeman)

Thursday, November 1, 2018


from Signature
by Dorothy Livesay