Why Hungry Ghosts Must Keep Flying
Ruth Thompson Poetry

Why Hungry Ghosts Must Keep Flying

In Tibetan paintings, the realm of the hungry ghosts coexists with this one. They fly around and around us, wailing their lack, screaming to be filled. They are pictured with long constricted necks and vast, flapping, empty bellies. There is no way to unknot the neck and receive nourishment, no matter how much – or…

Winter Solstice, 2015
Ruth Thompson Poetry

Winter Solstice, 2015

Again, our winter solstice ritual: up at 4 am to drive out to Hilina Pali in the dark pre-dawn. Here in Hawai’i, there is hardly a twilight: it is dark and then one blinks and the sun has risen. The island permits only amber street lights, so as not to interfere with the deep space…

What there is to worship
Ruth Thompson Poetry

What there is to worship

For all of you, with my deepest gratitude, on this Thanksgiving day. Flotsam The storm drives all ashore—thrown stick with dogteeth,twig of twisted pine, thumbnail jellyfish with dark sails fallen, fouled ballast, soapyolivine foam. Everyone here has the same story. We are blown here out of sight of ourselves, staggering and dismayed. Yet we are…

Dancing “Grouse Song”
Ruth Thompson Poetry

Dancing “Grouse Song”

When Don and I arrived at Jenn’s studio, I was only coming to dance with her and other amazing women dancers. Don was only there to try out various options for filming the group, in preparation for a future video of us “dancing my poetry” on the lava at Hilina Pali, or among the koa…

Kintsugi
Ruth Thompson Poetry

Kintsugi

In this moment of equipoise, balance of night and day, we await a full moon lunar eclipse – an eclipse of the deep golden harvest moon, so warm and radiant. I love lunar eclipses, the dark of the moon, the new moon, the winter solstice, all these times of letting go, erasure, darkness and rebirth….