Where am I?
Do I even exist?
What role do I play in the universe?
For most of my life, I ran away from these questions.
A Universal Nomad
Tag Archives: poetry
When Exactly Is Later?
The day just started and now it’s 6 pm
The month is almost over, it happened so quickly
It’s only spring; a new year is just around the corner
Thirty, forty, fifty, sixty years go by too fast
The Old Man In Spring
…
Oh back in my day when I was a youngster
Spring was lovelier than it is today
And that the lovely girls back then were lovelier
Is the only thing that cheers us old men on their way.
To The Sun
…
More beautiful than the impressive moon and its noble light,
More beautiful than the stars, the illustrious medallions of the night,
Much more beautiful than the fiery entry of a comet
And having a more beautiful mission than all the other stars
Since every day your life and mine depend on it, is the sun.
Easter is…
…
“Easter is…
Skipping through meadows,
Joining in a birdsong,
Eying an early sunrise,
Unbolting windows and doors,
Cuddling newborns,
Hoping, believing,
Smelling yellow daffodils,
Reviving spent life,
Inhaling fresh air,
Sprinkling seeds along furrows,
Tracking in the mud.
Easter is the soul’s first taste of spring.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich,
Stuffed in a Drawer
The Beast Arose
…
This is the animal that never was.
Not knowing that they loved it anyway;
its bearing, its stride, its high, clear whinny,
right down to the still light of its gaze.
A Man Walks By With A Stick Of Bread On His Shoulder
The suffering of people, how hard it is to watch. The pictures of Gaza fill my eyes with tears and make my heart heavy. The news from Ukraine leaves me almost hopeless. In a few hours, I will open the door to our filled fridge, which is right now overflowing with vegetables and fruits and I will start preparing dinner.
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Alexei Navalny was a politician in a country without politics and lived as if there were no death. Now, according to authorities, he has died in the penal colony. Did the Kremlin win? Did Putin win? Not if you think like Navalny.
Continue readingOf True Love and Old Age
The other night I watched him doze off in his chair. My husband looked tired – work had been crazy lately, and a lot had been going on in our private lives as well. My friend, my partner, my lover is getting old right beside me.
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The happy Quitter! 