my days
of feeding the hungry ghosts
are over
the men (and sometimes women)
who hover
on the outside
wanting to steal my soul
and put my spirit–my light–in a gourd
to drink from
when they are empty
or sad
or lonely
no more!
yes
i see your pain and sorrow
and yes,
you are loved
but you
must learn
to drink from your own vessel
as i learn to drink
from mine
and so it is
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Today’s random word, early, is from Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day by Ben Loory. I had the good fortune of seeing Ben read in Seattle many years ago. He was kind and generous and made a deep impression on me. I befriended him on social media and we talked from time to time….
I did a search for Andrea Scher because I love her and wanted to see where else I could find her on the net. During this search, I found a wonderful online zine called Be Real. Could there be a better place to express oneself? Andrea is this month’s featured artist. Her photography is so…
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Ring Out Wild Bells Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring…