Praying with Fringes 05/12/2017 – we are the ones that trample and soar and bulldoze

Now May Alicia Ostriker Now May cries out again, I'm here, I'm here until tulips roar like lions, daffodils scream like witches robins puff their chests out, sumptuous maples shout for a wind to come over and wrestle, but as for us we belong to the species that thinks it can change the laws we … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 05/12/2017 – we are the ones that trample and soar and bulldoze

Praying with Fringes 04/06/2017 – your hands grow more able to touch the dusky earth

when you become the rain Martha Courtot when you become the rain things get easier your hands grow more able to touch the dusky earth of course           your name changes you choose           you insist on your choice you move across the day and light follows having transformed            dissolved alchemized you have said good-bye to … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 04/06/2017 – your hands grow more able to touch the dusky earth

Praying with Fringes 02/12/2016 – and we open our eyes to earth-shift

Thaw Martha Courtot no matter how long the Winter is thaw comes season by season we learn this too slowly no matter how long we have spent wrapped in a frozen season no matter how deep under the snow the private grief lies one day thaw comes we are never prepared for it and what … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 02/12/2016 – and we open our eyes to earth-shift

Praying with Fringes 02/04/16 – And all your unimaginable promises

A Short Testament Anne Porter Whatever harm I may have done In all my life in all your wide creation If I cannot repair it I beg you to repair it, And then there are all the wounded The poor the deaf the lonely and the old Whom I have roughly dismissed As if I … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 02/04/16 – And all your unimaginable promises

Praying with Fringes 03/06/2014 – the anarchy of mud and seed

Here in the Time Between Jack Ridl Here in the time between snow and the bud of the rhododendron, we watch the robins, look into the gray, and narrow our view to the patches of wild grasses coming green. The pile of ashes in the fireplace, haphazard sticks on the paths and gardens, leaves tangled … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 03/06/2014 – the anarchy of mud and seed