Devouring life, one bite at a time
“We are the music-makers And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-loser and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world forever, it seems.” From Ode, …
What is it about the woods and creativity? A little fresh air, a night under the stars, and a pen in hand was just the thing I needed this weekend. I took my first trip up to Anderson Valley on my first ever writing retreat …
From "Diving Into the Wreck" by Adrienne Rich
And now: it is easy to forget
what I came for
among so many who have always
lived here
swaying their crenellated fans
between the reefs
and besides
you breathe differently down here.
I came to explore the wreck.
The words are purposes.
The words are maps.
I came to see the damage that was done
and the treasures that prevail.
I stroke the beam of my lamp
slowly along the flank
of something more permanent
than fish or weed
the thing I came for:
the wreck and not the story of the wreck
the thing itself and not the myth
the drowned face always staring
toward the sun
the evidence of damage
worn by salt and sway into this threadbare beauty
the ribs of the disaster
curving their assertion
among the tentative haunters.