While there is still time

".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin

Sunday, August 23, 2015

A relationship is a physiologic process

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"Dozens of studies demonstrate that solitary people have a vastly increased rate of premature death from all causes - they are three t...

Spiegel im Spiegel

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Best stress-buster ever, this piece. On repeat. Spiegel im Spiegel Nicola Beneditti https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hV4LlCtvgwE

Be Not Defeated by the Rain

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Unbeaten by the rain Unbeaten by the wind Bested by neither snow nor summer heat Strong of body Free of desire Never angry Always smiling q...

A father's love is milk and sugar, two-thirds worry, two-thirds grief

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Have You Prayed? Li-Young Lee When the wind turns and asks, in my father's voice, Have you prayed? I know three things. One: I'm ne...

The Small Country

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Unique, I think, is the Scottish tartle , that hesitation when introducing someone whose name you’ve forgotten. And what could capture caf...

Limbic Resonance, or the Ancient Ability to Read Minds

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"...Within the effulgence of their new brain, mammals developed a capacity we call limbic resonance - a symphony of mutual exchange an...
Saturday, August 15, 2015

Peace

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From here: https://www.facebook.com/Labyrinths.PhilipJohn

And you tethered me home

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A Poem for Jennifer, after Hiromi Ito My father died. I opened the door and there you stood tall and slender as light. Gift in your hands: ...
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Rush

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Wordless Love Note Once when you two were leaving a party, you stood behind her as you both waited for the elevator. You were still only ge...
Thursday, August 13, 2015

Evolution is not an upward staircase. And why we write/read poetry

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Evolution is not an upward staircase "Many people conceive of evolution as an upward staircase, an unfolding sequence that produces ev...
Saturday, August 8, 2015

Gift

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    Hitchhiker The hitch-hiker I remember best was someone you might call a hobo. Lord knows what he'd been ...

Each day

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In the Middle of a life that's as complicated as everyone else's, struggling for balance, juggling tim...

Opening upon Starlight

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Winter Stars My father once broke a man’s hand Over the exhaust pipe of a John Deere tractor. The man, Ruben Vasquez, wanted to kill his ow...

Transformation

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I haven’t written a single poem in months. I’ve lived humbly, reading the paper, pondering the riddle of power and the...

The Sound of a Train

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Even now, I hear one and I long to leave without a suitcase or a plan; I want to step onto the platform and reach for the porter’s hand and...
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