Praying with Fringes 06/15/2017 – so I can reach my own face up to his and let him drink the sugar from my lips

Bee Balm Gerald Stern Today I’m sticking a shovel in the ground and digging up the little green patch between the hosta and the fringe bleeding heart. I am going to plant bee balm there and a few little pansies till the roots take and the leaves spread out in both directions. This is so … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 06/15/2017 – so I can reach my own face up to his and let him drink the sugar from my lips

Praying with Fringes 09/05/2016 – In every instant, two gates.

Bees Jane Hirshfield In every instant, two gates. One opens to fragrant paradise, one to hell. Mostly we go through neither. Mostly we nod to our neighbor, lean down to pick up the paper, go back into the house. But the faint cries—ecstasy? horror? Or did you think it the sound of distant bees, making … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 09/05/2016 – In every instant, two gates.

Praying with Fringes 06/08/16 – Everything desirable is here already in abundance

A Dark Thing Inside the Day Linda Gregg So many want to be lifted by song and dancing, and this morning it is easy to understand. I write in the sound of chirping birds hidden in the almond trees, the almonds still green and thriving in the foliage. Up the street, a man is hammering … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 06/08/16 – Everything desirable is here already in abundance

Praying with Fringes 11/07/2014 – though the fall cold surrounds our warm bed

Bedtime Denise Levertov We are a meadow where the bees hum, mind and body are almost one as the fire snaps in the stove and our eyes close, and mouth to mouth, the covers pulled over our shoulders, we drowse as horses drowse afield, in accord; though the fall cold surrounds our warm bed, and … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/07/2014 – though the fall cold surrounds our warm bed