Thanks to Don Mitchell (video), Ethan Mitchell (editing), and Arvo Part (music), this lovely thing came to be. It was Ethan who suggested that in this first video I should say a few words about myself, rather than speak a poem.
Myopia in the Afternoon What landscape is this? My flesh curvingover your bones, pectoral swellunder my cheek, darkness of tangled fur,and beyond that, the wet angled branch of a tree, and beyond that,something white, something pale blue.Call it tree and window,sky and snow. But what this is, so close at hand, I cannot say.This landscape…
Wise to Cinderellafor Mary Brown At five, we liked the same stories,laughed at dissonance, were wise to Cinderella. We dressed in women’s clothes, tried them onfor size. No tulle or glass slippers,though we’d have gone for a spangle or twohad anything shiny been in the box. You were Puss-In-Boots: skirts hiked up,ready to swash buckles,…
Second Childhoodfor Lucille Clifton Bless Lucille’s big hips!And bless my own free-at-last hips!Here they are dawdlingand not worrying onebit about where they arein relationto anyone else. You can look at me or not.I am not saying anything personal anymore. I am saying hips breasts belly legs feetroots branches and big thick trunktidessunrisesmonkeys lithe and witty…
With the beginning of the new year, a brave AROHO friend made a commitment to write a haiku every day. She asked others to join her, and set up a facebook group, The Haiku Room, as a private place for all of us to post our (in my case, clumsy) efforts. The results have been…
January 4, 2014 Two days of thunder and lightning, torrents of rain, flood warnings, the sky cracking and slamming and booming and blasting! And wow, did it just run all that old energy of 2013 right out of here! Banging out the old, banging in the new, clearing the air and pouring that champagne effervescence…