Resonance The hieroglyphics of sunset written on the bay’s water: your sad eyes the moon has lit its little fires inside of. The wind untangling itself from streetlights and trees: your voice hollowed out by a loneliness I can’t name. The heat lightning hesitating in the dark corridors of the night: the meanings for your… Continue reading Richard Jackson
Hope is a passion for the possible. ― Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling. (Penguin Books; Penguin Great Ideas edition May 30, 2006) Originally published 1843.
From nerves veins valves ventricles from tendons cartilage nerves ducts from follicles nerves ribs clavicles … from every pore my soul erupts. — Patrizia Valduga, from “One Hundred Quatrains,” trans. Geoffrey Brock, Poetry (December 2007)
It’s a terrible thing, isn’t it, the way we throw people away? — Kate Morton, The Secret Keeper. (Atria Books; First Edition edition October 16, 2012)
You know the way Jesus rips open his shirt to show us his heart, all flaming and thorny, the way he points to it. I’m afraid the way I’ll miss you will be this obvious. — Nick Flynn, from “Emptying Town,” Some Ether. (Graywolf Press; 1st Graywolf Printing edition May 1, 2000)
I desire to be still, and await the will of God. — Joseph Stevens Buckminster
Rain began quietly with the dark. Cold water Soaks the fur of wild things. A smell of wet lumber is everywhere. The night sways slightly Tied to the dock. —Tom Hennen, “Night near the Lake,” Darkness Sticks to Everything: Collected and New Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2013)