February 25, 2011


Woman is a verb,
active and passive.
She cannot miss a curve
on the quickened artery
studded with warnings.
Calculating safe distance
in a resisting world
she travels with the flow,
prismatic and swift,
and considers the advantage
of soft luggage.
         Ethel Fortner
         "Roadability" from Clouds and Keepings

February 12, 2011

The Heartbreaking Beauty of Words

When they ask to see your gods
your book of prayers
show them lines
drawn delicately with veins
on the underside of a bird’s wing
tell them you believe
in giant sycamores mottled
and stark against a winter sky
and in nights so frozen
stars crack open spilling
streams of molten ice to earth
and tell them how you drink
a holy wine of honeysuckle
on a warm spring day
and of the softness
of your mother who never taught you
death was life’s reward
but who believed in the earth
and the sun
and a million, million light years
of being.
''Catechism for a Witch's Child'' by J.L. Stanley
      I read this on the lovely Sea Angels blog and had to stifle a sob that leapt into my throat. The power of simple words strung together astounds me. The tenderness of the human heart is so profound and poignant.
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