when day equals night may signs of love emerge from the fear
Equinox
Monthly Archives: March 2020
Cowichan Valley Poem
by Patrick Lane The heron has only one leg and he stands on both of them.
Hope
Today I am sharing a tanka written by the Heian-era Japanese female poet Izumi Shikibu around the year 1000. Stay well beautiful readers. Although the wind blows terribly here, moonlight also leaks between the roof planks of this ruined house.
Topsy Turvy World
We're falling down the rabbit hole at warp speed a toilet paper trail behind us. The Cheshire Cat would be welcome as characters more ominous than any from Tenniel enter our daily lives. The Horsemen prance in the shadows - not since the Spanish flu have so many visions danced in their heads.
Image from the Print Collector/Heritage Images
Coping
Blizzard white streets line our city sifted with fear. Blue skies above hiding enemy breath ready to attack unsuspecting hosts. Our homes once lively and vibrant withdraw to silent lemon scent lysol war zones. Ninty per cent alcohol for our hands hands that touch and hold caress and scratch tap and text. Our worst foe bringing havoc to the center of our lives. But people are people. Evening dusts computer screens with song. People reach people across balconies across seas half a world apart isolated but not alone people connect. Puccini's "Nessun Dorma" soars "we will be victorious."
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