Kindness Before you know what kindness really isyou must lose things,feel the future dissolve in a momentlike salt in a weakened broth.What you held in your hand,what you counted and carefully saved,all this must go… Continue Reading
To a Cat Mirrors are not more silent nor the creeping dawn more secretive; in the moonlight, you are that panther we catch sight of from afar. By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,… Continue Reading
Abecedarian Requiring Further Examination of Anglikan Seraphym Subjugation of a Wild Indian Rezervation Angels don’t come to the reservation. Bats, maybe, or owls, boxy mottled things. Coyotes, too. They all mean the same thing— death.… Continue Reading
The Mark E. Smith 'Guide to Writing' Guide The Fall, the notorious English post-punk founded in 1976, were known for their protean ways—often changing styles from album to album. (They recorded 32 studio albums over… Continue Reading
The Wide Ocean Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruit of your gifts and destructions, into my hand, I would choose your far-off repose, your contour of steel, your vigilant… Continue Reading
Sugar The universe breathed through my mouthwhen I read the first chapter of patience.I held the book away from my bodywhen the illustrations became life-like: the kite flew over the grass, a child tumbleddown a… Continue Reading
For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in Its Human Feet Put down that bag of potato chips, that white bread, that bottle of pop. Turn off that cellphone, computer, and remote control.… Continue Reading
Remember Remember the sky that you were born under, know each of the star’s stories. Remember the moon, know who she is. Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the strongest point of time.… Continue Reading
The Paddle Out We paddled outto say goodbyewith water calmand blazing sky. Your long boarddid not survive. . Lou Woodfae © 2019 Lou Woodfae Photo by Ralph (Ravi) Kayden on Unsplash Continue Reading
New Year's Day The rain this morning falls on the last of the snow and will wash it away. I can smell the grass again, and the torn leaves being eased down into the mud.… Continue Reading