Of what we ride…
The surest thing there is is we are riders, And though none too successful at it, guiders, Through everything presented, land and tide And now the very air, of what…
A study in the trees of winter…
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons — That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes — Heavenly Hurt, it gives us — We can find no scar, But…
My neighborhood in Autumn…
It is deep autumn My neighbor How does he live, I wonder. ~Basho Stay tuned… -Noah D.
A link in a chain…
Lines of people. Chords in a piece of music. The poem in the margin. A forgotten roll of film. Shoes that were never worn. Columns standing in a field. A…
The trouble with the sky…
The trouble with the sky comes from the fact that no matter how big I build or craft my world to suit only my honorable needs, there is always one…
For all those who need nests…
Once I said to a scarecrow, ‘You must be tired of standing in this lonely field.’ And he said, ‘The joy of scaring is a deep and lasting one, and I never…
Where are you coming from, where are you going: an afternoon conversation…
The place that we are going is right in front of us. Across a room on an overcast day. To see both from whence we come and to where we go…
In the beauty of the gulf wind…
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,…
The mind in The Table…
You that Mitchel’s prayer have heard “Send war in our time, Oh Lord.” Know that when all words are said, And a man is fighting mad, Something drops from eyes…