If I return to you, I will remember
my life before the mountain and fall,
The house I left to enter,
And the strength of your call.
If I return to you, I will linger
to smooth down your wings
With the tips of my fingers,
Until we touch the morning. Continue reading
On September 1, we are having a gathering for people wanting to sample the mead I made last year from the honey harvest. I am selling tickets that will get each person (of age!) a glass of mead, a honey bear of just harvested honey (we did it last weekend, Aug. 19), and a snack. The proceeds will go to the Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry. Continue reading
Shaun telling a story
I’ve recently been thinking about the place of poetry in storytelling. I belong to a storytelling organization, and we’ve had some discussion about whether poetry should be a part of our storytelling festival. My immediate reaction: Yes, of course, it should. And then I think about it and the main objection—that it would take away from the storytelling focus. And so my reaction is, still, Yes, yes it should be a part of the festival.
Found during a morning walk, Cape San Blas, FL
Some want to swim
To the horizon.
Some want to float
Near the shore.
Waves carry, caress,
Nourish, destroy. Continue reading