More apocalypse, less angst
Firefighter, archeologist, mad scientist, doctor, nurse, prime minister, teacher, writer, movie star, policeman. “What do you want to be when you grow up?”, the encouragement of grade one ambitions most likely thwarted by bad luck or practical considerations once coddling questions disappeared. Left in… Continue Reading “Considering who you wanted to be”
I was looking for a wedding song for a friend, tossing around the idea of putting a poem to music rather than doing a conventional/ridiculous love song. Found this, and although it’s not what I needed it moved me to share it. Mary Oliver… Continue Reading “A poem for sharing.”
Each morning I am waking poetry; you read my body with your hands. Hear the shape of my words tactile, deciding which form I am today. Sonnet, ballad, free verse, ode? Bringing me coffee you climb back into warmth written over a night of… Continue Reading “Morning reading.”