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28 days of unreason

Life Lessons

“It is life’s work to recognise the mystery of the obvious” Jim Harrison- Songs of Unreason   ....and as a hot sun beats but doesn't burn and angry oceans pummel stoic rocks  -so life rears its fist at our very beings... Continue Reading →


 “At four in the morning my body bumped against the ceiling” from North American Image Cycle in The Shape of the Journey   Let me tell you a secret of a peace  that is little known It swells with euphoria                                filling your... Continue Reading →

Yearning Spirit

“There is a human wildness held beneath the skin that finds all barriers brutishly unbearable -Jim Harrison Songs of Unreason   Within this embodiment that is me -a  lot goes on...that you don’t see My soul gazes out of windows just... Continue Reading →

What Quarrel?

 “A violent windstorm the night before the solstice Jim Harrison  Solstice Litany   What quarrel has the moon with the sun? What angst has the wind with the ocean? What battle has the land with the sea? We don't know the conversations... Continue Reading →

On the Watch

“Saw a poem float by just beneath the surface ” - Jim Harrison, Songs of Unreason Wait! Watch with me for poems that simmer just beneath the surface of dreams They surface, but for a moment- slowly submerge, then vanish only... Continue Reading →

A Tongue of Two Sides

“His mind’s all black thickets and blood”    from Songs of Unreason I once knew a man who spoke in tongues of flaming fire But you’d never guess from his charming persona A forked tongue of charm and harm- murmuring... Continue Reading →

Seeking Sanctuary

"The world that used to nurse us now keeps shouting insane instructions. That’s why I ran to the woods.” ~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason The world that used to nurse us wait...what?.....when? now keeps shouting insane instructions did... Continue Reading →

Just Us

“Love is raw as freshly cut meat, mean as a beetle on the track of dung” ~ Jim Harrison  from Songs of Unreason   ..and I recall the day we got stuck in that elevator...all those years ago For awhile, we were... Continue Reading →

Tasteless Sweets

“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write.  I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. “Can I have a piece of pie” he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of the moon.”    ... Continue Reading →

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