Category Archives: Daily Offerings

Come. And Be My Baby The highway is full of big carsgoing nowhere fastAnd folks is smoking anything that’ll burnSome people wrap their lives around a cocktail glassAnd you sit wonderingwhere you’re going to turn.I got it.Come. And be my … Continue reading →

Poems I am hardly ever ableto sort through my memoriesand come away wholeor untroubled.It is difficultto sift through the stones,the weighty moments and knowwhich is rare gem,which raw coal,which worthless shale or slate.So, one by one,I drag them across the … Continue reading →

Being Boring “May you live in interesting times.”           – Chinese Curse If you ask me “What’s new?”, I have nothing to sayExcept that the garden is growing.I had a slight cold but it’s better today.I’m content with the way things … Continue reading →

White Towels I have been studying the differencebetween solitude and loneliness,telling the story of my lifeto the clean white towels taken warm from the dryier.I carry them through the houseas though they were my childrenasleep in my arms. ~ Richard … Continue reading →

Habit Last night when my work was done, And my estranged hands Were becoming mutually interested In such forgotten things as pulses, I looked out of a window Into a glittering night sky. And instantly I began to feather-stitch a … Continue reading →

little prayer let ruin end here let him find honey where there was once a slaughter let him enter the lion’s cage & find a field of lilacs let this be the healing & if not let it be ~Danez … Continue reading →

The New Regime Yes, I agree. We’ll pull ourselves together. We eat too much. We’re always getting pissed. It’s not a bad idea to find out whether We like each other sober. Let’s resist. I’ve got the Perrier and the … Continue reading →

On the Back Porch The cat calls for her dinner. On the porch I bend and pour brown soy stars into her bowl, stroke her dark fur. It’s not quite night. Pinpricks of light in the eastern sky. Above my … Continue reading →

Friendship Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a … Continue reading →

Liquor and Longevity   The horse and mule live thirty years And nothing know of wines and beers. The goat and sheep at twenty die And never taste of Scotch or Rye. The cow drinks water by the ton And … Continue reading →