small poems & small plates
Finding...stuff in my office I want to throw out, but can't. Letters from students. Papers from students, struggling to mix metaphors and reality in a cogent form, the form we say to use, the form they learn is right, but the form not always the familiar, and so a wrestling match with form.Objects given to me...a box of tea, several empty tin boxes to hold pencils, a mirror from China, a small fountain called Tranquility, some smooth stones, a book tied with ribbon, some drawings, a set of journals.What else is there to be grateful for? Mt friends, my brothers and sisters, here and in heaven, my colleagues who forgive my absences, my students whose absences I forgive. My precious cats and their hunger, which means they are well and demanding all that I can provide.And, my writing...how could I ever have gotten where I am without the words that seem to flow from somewhere deep and undisciplined. How much I admire those who can read and write so beautifully.Which leads me to gratitude for this site, a companion, a place to land, an inspiration, and a living, growing document.Thanks, poetry bites...thanks again.