Let's order the coins
the easy way: dime, nickel,
quarter, so it goes. It is not important
that they are seriated one direction or
the other, for forever's tentacles
go both ways, and
India meets the West Indies if
you persevere - (Or better!
Two globes occupying the same
space at the same time. You are
a minute person, occupying a minute spot
atop these globes, as one spins
as one expects, the other spins
the other way, and still
you find your way
back home, more than once,
more than twice,
so often it's as if you never left,
time smeared like shit in a shoe box,
years (and the compartments within) may
as well be boys' laps
around the easy chair.)
Forever means you are old
and dead, your children are old
and dead, our bursting star
long expired. Blackness digests
all objects from the space you knew, except
there is no word for blackness,
and even then you have only seen
the first bend of the first
letter of the first word
of the first book of all the libraries
of all the words in this world
and all the worlds beyond it.
Adam was my beautiful partner for 15 years. If you see him play drums, you will surely fall in love with him immediately. This is why I always loved that I didn't meet him as Drummer Adam.
I met him as Ranger Adam.
When I walked in to the information station in Yosemite in 2001, my girlfriends and I were looking for a day hike recommendation. When I walked out, I had stars in my eyes, because wouldn't you know it, that young man in the National Park Service uniform was mighty cute.
In the years since, Adam has become even cuter. He is an active (and sometimes wonderfully sardonic) dad; he is a devourer of books, and isn't afraid to laugh out loud while reading them; he is a kind-hearted, considerate, and informed human person, and I consider myself one of the luckiest people in the world to have been able to spend so much of my life by his side.
Eventually, Adam and I have both come to realize that we weren't mutually meeting each other's needs; we have therefore agreed to send each other off into the world to seek more joy, different joy.
If you, gentle reader, happen to enjoy geeking out on music trivia (including drum set make, year, and materials), or if you like taking long, quiet walks in the great outdoors, or if you just enjoy the company of a good-hearted, responsible, respectful and oh-so super smart (and DREAMY!) fella, well, I hope with all my heart you find your way into his.
Evelyn was my beautiful partner for 15 years. From nearly the first day we met (when she was a teenager!), I fell into the thrall of her abundant creativity, deadly wit, effervescent personality, and knee-weakeningly gorgeous red hair.
In addition to bringing into the world (and being a Super-Mom to) two wonderful boys, Evelyn has devoted herself to learning and exploring, constantly expanding the scope of her always-formidable intellect. From Vassar to Kobe, Merida to Bangalore, Evelyn's thirst for new experiences is a wonder to behold; it's also pretty fun to be along for the ride.
Eventually, we realized that we were not mutually meeting each other's needs, and agreed to release one another to find joy elsewhere.
If you're the sort of person who just LOVES to light up a room, patiently tend a garden, devotedly teach young children to read, travel the world, and maybe occasionally stick your fingers in your ears so you don't accidentally hear any Game of Thrones spoilers, I sincerely hope you find your way to her. And if you end up loving her only half as much as I do, it will still be a whole lot.
I am bothered by the language
of the devil. When she spoke the name
Satan, she really meant it;
fear rotted in her heart.
Every thing I see
is an expression of God
Suffering does not
negate the divine.
The divine cannot be negated.
---on earth, as it is,
---we all must die,
---this is simply fact.
---as Marshall lay dying,
---I asked "why not
---a lesser man?"
………The BLADE of GRASS
……… roots growing,
……… growing even as
….…… children pluck them
……… out like eyes
……… or, with twisted daggers,
………churn them up by foot,
……… sweating, shooting, scoring.
……… One blade of grass
………"I've been chosen
……… by the sacred white moon
……… I am chosen!" Meanwhile,
……… the golfer replaces his driver.
---Marshall's body broke first
---and in the breaking, forming
---The Mountain of Sad around it
---like a temple, as big
---as a belt of stars---
---an immovable temple
---which we choose to enter
---or not--- thickly,
---for the sadness forms
---A true barrier, and we
---are rewarded for our
---willingness to refuse anesthetic.
---This prize, of course, delivered
---even as I come to know
---in my marrow
---The meaning of helplessness.
Marshall's death – God's work,
As it all is - because
This spectrum was in the
Contract – all bodies are
Carbon bodies, and the
Moon God's collection time
Is unannounced, unbiased--
Which reeks of injustice, but is
The truest definition of just.
We choose to enter the temple.
We choose to not enter the temple.
God is in this freedom because
God is in all things. Behold: God is
--------------your devil makes
--------------A pretty whipping boy
--------------but I see God in
--------------The switch, the bit lip,
--------------The silent swearing
--------------Of whipped and whipper.
God is all things, not only
The flowers in bloom.
God is the gardener finding
The root rot (or not) and
Cutting (not cutting)
The rot away.
God is the rot, surviving.
God is the rot not surviving.
Your devil can't scare me.
The only demon
I know in this world is
the fear in her voice
as she spoke of the devil.