Good Thursday to you, Beautiful writers and readers. I’m still accepting submissions for this year’s Beautiful Stuff Poetry Anthology “Wilderness of Soul”. Please send me your work (up to 3 poems, no more than 80 lines, with a short bio) to be considered for publication in the fall of this year as well as promoted on this site.
I’m so impressed and happy at the poems and writers who’ve been sending in their work and I will begin featuring them here on this blog beginning at the end of this month. For today though, you’re stuck with me.
Enjoy, and happy writing.
Things I Love, Great and Small I buried my children’s fish today in the frozen ground where I had to chip through the hardened clay for a hole just big enough, a palm’s worth of dirt to lay the spine twisted body of a once vibrant and complex machine who flowed with grace and ease for miles around his five-gallon domain. I scraped my knuckles, the ground was so hard in late February while birds sung above me anxiously jumping the gun on spring singing of life of rebirth While the cold air bit the tip of my nose and melted frost seeped into the knees of my pajamas where I knelt in dead grass. Why not just the toilet? one easy handle pull in the warmth and comfort of the inside? Because things I love, those I cared for and looked after lives I've nurtured don’t belong in the toilet or the sewer or the river of waste and unwanted. Things I love, now still and soul departed belong in the arms of a mother the nurturing life of soil beside highways of roots they belong to the body of life and the circle of growth and decay. Things I love great or small deserve the care and effort of kneeling and toiling of cold knees and watering tears. Things I love are not waste… are not forgotten. no matter how great or small.