If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



Saturday, December 27, 2014

Menage a happy


  1. Happy New Year, Steven Cain ... Love, cat.

  2. this poem that i recently came upon at Terrain, a mighty fine place for reading:

    I Will

    If we measure winter by birch logs and summer by fishes and loaves

    If birdsong signals waking and rain signals sleep

    If a kettle sings our liturgy of the hours

    If we count glaciers like sheep

    If feathers equal flight and berries are bodies we swallow

    If rush is the book we don’t keep

    If a dog’s wisdom is what we live by, a tail’s wag the parameter of joy

    and the only objective is sky

    If stars are the text and fireflies revelations

    If lichen is for laying and moss the place we cry

    If ice forms the bridge between us

    If ashes are promises and embers reminders why

    If stoking is our metaphor for loving and swimming stands for praying

    and daily we remind each other how

    If we consider ourselves simply another method of chinking

    If frost forms the ring, and twilight is the only vow

    Kelsea Habecker is a poet, writer, and teacher. Her book of poems, Hollow Out, was published by New Rivers Press. She lived in the Arctic for five years, as a teacher in an Inupiaq Eskimo village.

    revel and be happy))



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