Paying Attention?
Paying Attention? Boring I may be, but not bored, for that so-called vacant stare you think you see is really an acute awareness of [...]
Forgetting
Forgetting... perhaps there's too much to remember, or perhaps there's a need or a wish to repress, forget. But also, perhaps, forgetting is daring to [...]
Saying the Unsaid
They say (whoever they are, so saying), a picture’s worth a thousand words. A Picture. A painting. A Photo. An image. Worth more than words. [...]
I it’s Lover, a poem by Glenda Taylor
Through evening air gardenia scented, across new mown meadow and past wildflowers— rocket larkspur, red poppy, black eyed yellow things, the last wild onion blooms, and [...]
Beached, a poem, by Glenda Taylor
Beached now, for awhile, safely beyond the wet curving line of surf on sand, beyond turbulence, beyond the boil and spray and splash or the ripple [...]
Because of Pandemic, Back to the Basics
Back to basics, then, to when sound was crickets, or surf, or the huffff of a startled deer in the edge of the woods, or [...]
In Honor of That Not Spoken, A Poem by Glenda Taylor
I speak, till you cry out "Partial! Only Partial!" Then I go silent. I paint, until you say "One, only one of the limitless possible," [...]
Keep Walking, a Poem by Rumi
Keep Walking, by Rumi, Translation by Coleman Barks Keep walking. Though there's no place to get to. Don't try to see through the distances. That's [...]
“Both And,” a Poem by Glenda Taylor
I am a wave in love with the sea. I am the ocean. Oh! That wave’s waving at me! I am a wave, moving [...]
Last Night, a poem
Last Night 1:30 a.m., alone, outside, in the full moon’s light, in this beloved forest, I gaze and gaze into [...]
