Category Archives: Daily Offerings
Days ~ Collins
Days Each one is a gift, no doubt, mysteriously placed in you waking hand or set upon your forehead moments before you open your eyes. Today begins cold and bright, the ground heavy with snow and the thick masonry of ice, the … Continue reading
Emergence ~ Harjo
Emergence It’s midsummer night. The light is skinny; a thin skirt of desire skims the earth. Dogs bark at the musk of other dogs and the urge to go wild. I am lingering on the edge of a broken heart, striking … Continue reading
A Portable Paradise ~ Robinson
A Portable Paradise And if I speak of Paradise, then I’m speaking of my grandmother who told me to carry it always on my person, concealed, so no one else would know but me. That way they can’t steal it, … Continue reading
You Can’t ~ Al-Hayyat
You Can’t They will fall in the end, those who say you can’t. It’ll be age or boredom that overtakes them, or lack of imagination. Sooner or later, all leaves fall to the ground. You can be the last leaf. You … Continue reading
Midnight ~ Mueller
Midnight The spirits are not fooled by my faked sleep, my regular breathing; the magic animations do not take place. I wait for the window to tear off its bandages, cured of its blindness, the tape recorder to fall … Continue reading
Home ~ Agrawal
Home Homes have no walls No rooms, no furniture, no thresholds Nothing through which you might enter And nothing from which you might want to exit Because homes are not houses Homes are built in the eyes Erected by naked, … Continue reading
Housekeeping ~ Trethewey
Housekeeping We mourn the broken things, chair legs wrenched from the seats, chipped plates, the threadbare clothes. We work the magic of glue, drive the nails, mend the holes. We save what we can, melt small pieces of soap, gather … Continue reading
Tax Day Limericks!
There was a young lady named Perkins, Who had a great fondness for gherkins; She went to a tea And ate twenty-three, Which pickled her internal workin’s. There was a young boy of Quebec, Who fell into the ice to … Continue reading
Consider the Hands that Write this Letter ~ Girmay
Consider the Hands that Write this Letter Consider the hands that write this letter. Left palm pressed flat against paper, as we have done before, over my heart, in peace or reverence to the sea, some beautiful thing I … Continue reading
Goodbye, Lebanon ~ Ziadeh
Goodbye, Lebanon Goodbye, Lebanese mountains. I’m going far from your pink rose garlands, your bright red satin strawberries. Egypt called in a serious voice, and already my rocking boat bears new fruit – But sea, whisper your lullabies please, because … Continue reading