December 2010
2 posts
It's Br(e)aking
Like a washing machine’s last spin-cycle grunt.
You hear it slowing down.
No pregnant woman screams AFTER the baby is born.
A River
Come.
Come and kneel.
You’re not kneeling in worship—-not yet, at least.
Just kneel.
Be as small as you can.
And be open.
What do you smell? What do you hear?
Don’t belittle your own senses, the ones that have served you forever.
They testify of this moment to you.
And who are you?
How many times have you smelled the anchovies on failure’s breath?
But...