Month of Neruda
“in a river of flowerbeds the sun reaches my mouth like an old buried tear that becomes seed again” - Born in the Woods, Pablo Neruda. Each day in February I have been posting pictures of snippets of poems by Pablo Neruda. (Your Laughter) Month of Neruda has been a way to share the poet’s writings with a daily reminder of love through Path and Twitter. (I...
Reading Herman Melville again
Traveling again with Moby Dick That book that voyage that we bonded over. That leviathan we chased, and that sunk us. That gliding concept whose wake haunts still, all these waves later
this nothing this heaven
Found this gem at the end of W.S. Merwin’s The SHadow of Sirius. Just This When I think of the patience I have had back in the dark before I remember or knew it was night until the light came all at once at the speed it was born to with all the time in the world to fly through not concerned about ever arriving and then the gathering of the first stars unhurried in their flowering...