We know what the year’s worth
Like we know a coin from its size in our palm.
The month’s full moon. A gumball in a gumball machine.
And once in awhile, two slip out at once
Into your hands. When did the fall’s first
Cold night become a harbinger for a life
Shifting seasons? I look out there:
Not a leaf has left me. Still, if what’s ahead
Is more than loose change, you’re going
To have to get a lot closer to keep
Us both warm with what’s coming.
Poet Robert Okaji pairs choice beers with choice poets… apparently the GOAT poems go well with a good brew! Thanks, RO…
Nebraska Brewing Company’s Melange a Trois, a strong Belgian-Style Blonde ale, aged for six months in French Oak Chardonnay barrels, carries a good bit of the wine, with citrus and a hint of vanilla. A little musty, with an excellent frothy head, which, I believe, could describe me most mornings. But I digress. Deceptively strong (11+ ABV) with a pleasant bitterness. I would pair this with a plate of cured meat and David Wevill’s Other Names for the Heart: New and Selected Poems 1964-1984.
He writes in “Grace”:
… Sometimes lately
a bird you can’t identify has flitted close
and sung from the branches of his hands.
He leaves us touching ourselves.
Over the past thirty years, much of Wevill’s writing has left me with unrequited questions, with an itch to branch out, to learn more, to delve deeper into what makes us human.
But there are those…
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2:33 in the morning.
The owl screeches like a thought’s hinges.
One that keeps opening just a crack
but nobody steps through.
I turn over my pillow, squint into the dark
yard, knowing nothing will clarify.
Whatever you are thinking
I am thinking, too.
A little perspective on reflection…#fullmoonsocial
moon–you’re the right size
to slip into my pocket
or stay in my eye
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It would not be a full moon social without Sister Madly!…
It is nothing short of madness
That’s been laid to rest
Here, it began
And here, it will last ~
A realization
That comes so cruel
That something was created
As momentarily as you.
Images by: Leonid Tishkov
Each night’s just an evening long
why should it feel like you are lost forever
just because I cannot see you where
I am looking but this overcast between us
lasts longer than reflection
Always good to have Mother Earth involved…
Sun sets-moon rises
Cool air quickens before dark
Pulls me out this night.
Mother Earth
My old New England neighborhood used to be full of those guys…
…running the night ragged…
it rained hard ten minutes now sunshine beating on me it could be just about any day but this day feels different the full moon somewhere beyond the blue don’t I know what it says to t…
Source: full (bloody) moon
Pleasant Street got this #fullmoonsocial going earlier this morning…enjoy…
I need a friend veracious and true I offer my hands, and a knack for speaking in blue if you steal the moon for me I won’t tell on you
Translations from the English 