the wednesday poem

"There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

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On The Origins Of Things Everyone knows that the moon started out as a renegade fragment of the sun, a solar flare that fled that hellish fu...
Wednesday, March 23, 2011

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The Lists I have had, at last count, 44 jobs. Besides writing. Because of my ferocity on the subject of writing, I have refused promotion,...
Wednesday, March 16, 2011

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Give All to Love Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good-frame, Plans, credit and the Muse,— Nothing refuse. ...
Tuesday, March 8, 2011

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Pain The mailman is drunk. It is spring. It is spring and the mailman is drunk, I see him shaking his way down the wet street from my window...
Thursday, March 3, 2011

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I Am Waiting I am waiting for my case to come up and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someone to really discover A...
Thursday, February 24, 2011

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we came whirling out of nothingness scattering stars like dust Rumi *********************************** When I Heard the Learned Astronomer ...
Wednesday, February 16, 2011

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If you want what visible reality can give, you're an employee. If you want the unseen world, you're not living your truth. Both wish...
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