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Break Out of the Box

It’s only a matter of moments before our time on earth is over. Ask “What is my Work?” Pay attention fiercely, compassionately, and playfully to the deeper patterns of your life.  Circle of Concern – Circle of Influence Of all the good suggestions in The 7 Habits of...

Dog’s Death

She must have been kicked unseen or brushed by a car.Too young to know much, she was beginning to learnTo use the newspapers spread on the kitchen floorAnd to win, wetting there, the words, “Good dog!               &nbs...

The Journey

One day you finally knewwhat you had to do, and began,though the voices around youkept shoutingtheir bad advice–though the whole housebegan to trembleand you felt the old tugat your ankles.“Mend my life!”each voice cried.But you didn’t stop.You knew what you had to do,though ...

Kudzu

Japan invades. Far Eastern vinesRun from the clay banks they are Supposed to keep from eroding.Up telephone poles,Which rear, half out of leafageAs though they would shriek,Like things smothered by their ownGreen, mindless, unkillable ghosts.In Georgia, the legend saysThat you must close your window...

Afraid So

Is it starting to rain?Did the check bounce?Are we out of coffee?Is this going to hurt?Could you lose your job?Did the glass break?Was the baggage misrouted?Will this go on my record?Are you missing much money?Was anyone injured?Is the traffic heavy?Do I have to remove my clothes?Will it leave a sca...

For Strong Women

A strong woman is a woman who is strainingA strong woman is a woman standingon tiptoe and lifting a barbellwhile trying to sing “Boris Godunov.”A strong woman is a woman at workcleaning out the cesspool of the ages,and while she shovels, she talks abouthow she doesn’t mind crying, ...

Osso Buco

I love the sound of the bone against the plateand the fortress-like look of itlying before me in a moat of risotto,the meat soft as the leg of an angelwho has lived a purely airborne existence.And best of all, the secret marrow,the invaded privacy of the animalprized out with a knife and swallowed d...

The Faces at Braga

In monastery darknessby the light of one flashlightthe old shrine room waits in silence While above the doorwe see the terrible figure,fierce eyes demanding, “Will you step through?” And the old monk leads us,bent back nudging blacknessprayer beads in the hand that beckons. We light the ...