Friday, August 12, 2016

"Dogfish" and Dogfish Head

I wanted
the past to go away, I wanted
to leave it, like another country; I wanted
my life to close, and open
like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song
   where it falls
down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;
   I wanted
to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,
whoever I was, I was

for a little while.


You don't want to hear the story
of my life, and anyway
I don't want to tell it, I want to listen

to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.

And anyway it's the same old story––
a few people just trying;
one way or another,
to survive.

Mostly, I want to be kind...

// "Dogfish," Mary Oliver

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

wobble baby

weebles wobble, but they don't fall down.

no weapon that is fashioned against you shall succeed, 
and you shall refute every tongue that rises against you in judgment. 
this is the heritage of the servants of the Lord and their vindication from Me