The Ghazal of What Hurt by Peter Cole
The Ghazal of What Hurt by Peter Cole Pain froze you, for years—and fear—leaving scars. But now, as though miraculously, it seems, here you are walking easily across the ground, and into town as though you were floating on air, which in part you are, or riding a wave of what feels like the world’s good will— though helped along by something foreign and older than you are and yet much younger...
of lovers and mothers
we begin alone body to body intertwined feeding one another in warmth, honesty, ego our intention to fill up even the babes have a want to be full of the love and affection warmth and touch and so it is babes move north of childhood mothers cut the apron strings lovers get bored and we begin alone
I paste up invisible boundaries between us unlike my after family, my before family is stuck in liquid cement. Picking up the pieces we attempt brief conversations over what seems insurmountable distance in time, in space but like sand it slips from our grasp. The closeness is perhaps too much to bear witness to again and what words will we trust from one another anyway?
America: The Grim Truth
The rules for being human
1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period this time around. 2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a fulltime informal school called life. Each day in this school you will have the opportunity to learn lessons. You may like the lessons or think them irrelevant and stupid. 3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of...
There is no controlling life.Try corralling a lightning bolt, containing a tornado. Dam a stream and it will create a newchannel. Resist, and the tidewill sweep you off your feet. Allow, and grace will carry you to higher ground. The only safety lies in letting it all in – the wild and the weak; fear, fantasies, failures and success.When loss rips off the doors of the heart, or sadness veils your...