Before and after morning…
“How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself…
My neighborhood in Autumn…
It is deep autumn My neighbor How does he live, I wonder. ~Basho Stay tuned… -Noah D.
First, we worshipped…
First, we worshipped the inanimate. Next, we learned to worship the gods Later, we discovered the Deity. Then, dazzled by our own Reason We returned to the inanimate And ended…
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…
What you see now will never be again…
Come gather ’round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You’ll be drenched to the bone If your time…
The dark above an umbrella…
Suddenly this defeat. This rain. The blues gone gray And the browns gone gray And yellow A terrible amber. In the cold streets Your warm body. In whatever room Your…
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…
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,…
Warmness…
Fire… “When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your…