LANTERN Some evening, almost accidentally, you might yet understand that you belong, are meant to be, are sheltered--- still foolish, but looking out the door with a contented heart. This is what the king wants and the old man and...
POETRY And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, no they were not voices,...
Passover Remembered by Alla Renée Bozarth Pack nothing. Bring only your determination to serve and your willingness to be free. Don’t wait for the bread to rise. Take nourishment for the journey, but eat standing, be ready to move...
Late Feast Evening, the edge of the city, a whole day of void, then all at once the late feast: the Sanskrit of dusk that speaks in a glowing tongue of joy. High overhead flow cigarette firelets no one is...
Magic We were talking about magic as we drove along a crowded Sunday highway when the whirl of wings made me turn and a flock of geese flew over our car so low I could see their feet tucked under...
I HAVE ROADS IN ME Winding within my arteries into distant hills of memories, where dreams float like dandelion fibers on bright, chill, breezy mornings under a canopy of cottonwood branches. Where leaves glimmer sunlight roads turn. I have roads...
There is meaning, intrinsic meaning, in every moment.
