Julie Erickson
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
[He is pruning the privet]
He is pruning the privet
of sickly sorrow desolation
in loose pieces of air he goes clip clip clip
the green blooming branches fall—‘they’re getting out
of hand’ delirious and adorable what a switch
we perceive multiple
identities when you sing so beautifully the shifting
clouds You are not alone is this world
not a lone a parallel world of reflection
in a window keeps the fire burning
in the framed mandala, the red shafted flicker
sits on the back of the garden chair in the rain
the red robed monks downtown in the rain a rainbow arises
simple country practices thunder
lightning, hail and rain eight Douglas Iris
ribbon layers of attention
So constant creation of ‘self’ is a tricky
mess He is pruning the loquat, the olive
which looks real enough in the damp late morning air
May 15, 1995
Aphrodisia
Had to post this poem somewhere because I think a lot of people can relate:
Aphrodisia
By Richard Hoffman
Love’s language is hyperbole, but whispered,
sibilant similes and promises sotto voce.
It’s easy to imagine you’ve misheard,
the form and content clash, create this weird
distortion like an echo or a tape delay.
Love’s language is hyperbole, but whispered.
On which do you place emphasis: The words?
Or the breath? The farfetched or the foreplay?
It’s easy to imagine you’ve misheard
when objectivity has disappeared
and your lover is getting further carried away.
Love’s language is hyperbole, but whispered
vows? It’s hard to take him at his word,
or hers: Speak up! Proclaim! you want to say.
It’s easy to imagine you’ve misheard,
hard to admit one sharp as you is stirred.
You need to back off, cool down, act blasé.
Love’s language is hyperbole, but whispered.
It’s easy to imagine you’ve misheard.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Paradise in Alicante
Two weekends ago, we went on a day trip to a place called “Fuentes de Algar”, right outside of Alicante, Spain. The 'fuente' comes down from the mountains, so the water is extremely cold, but deliciously refreshing. The water is crystal clear and you can see the fish swimming around you. There are several waterfalls and a wooden plank above one of the wider parts of the creek. Our visit to Fuentes de Algar was one of my favorite days here in Spain as it was a nice change from all the time spent in cities.