Fluent I would love to live Like a river flows, Carried by the surprise Of its own unfolding John O’Donohue from Conemara Blues, HarperCollins, 2001 Short and sweet! This poem! And too short and so sweet: the life of poet who wrote this poem. John O’Donohue (1956-2008), poet, non-fiction writer, philosopher, priest ( who gave […]
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The Bigness of Small Poems – #24 in a Series – The Poetic Wisdom of John O’Donohue
December 22, 2016 – 8:08 pm
The Secret Life of Things – More Poems and Poets on Paying Attention
December 6, 2014 – 9:59 am
Everything is Waiting for You Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely, even you, at times, have felt the […]
An Alphabet of Poets – W is for Whyte
May 17, 2012 – 8:50 am
News Of Death For Tom Charlotte Last night they came with news of death not knowing what I would say. I wanted to say, “The green wind is running through the fields making the grass lie flat.” I wanted to say, “The apple blossom flakes like ash, covering the orchard wall.” I wanted to say, […]
An Alphabet of Poets – P is for Prado
April 23, 2012 – 3:36 pm
Seduction Poetry catches me with her toothed wheel and forces me to listen, stock still, to her extravagant discourse. Poetry embraces me behind the garden wall, she picks up her skirt and lets me see, loving and loony. Bad things happen, I tell her, I, too, am a child of God, allow me my despair. […]