Tidal Basin


Germination Detail Part III, by Leslie Shellow

contemplations about what stays in the net

Thursday, October 21, 2010

A thought, A feeling

NO,
my life isn't
covered
by insurance

There is no assurance
we will be here tomorrow
there is no assurance
but the effort we place
in ourselves and in
the Divine
to heal the deepest parts
of ourselves that have forgotten
they are
god

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

A new blip on the screen

I think I will be writing about the liminal pangolin soon. Stay tuned...
I must first do some research.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

A Day's Lines of Reasoning

funny: The purple feather on my dash flew out the window. What do I know?

             1. television:

              The spicebush swallowtail caterpillar has false eyes;
              you cannot tell when it is walking away 

            2. grocery:

A bar code swiped
identifies a package by its
contents


Who is there?


The cotton in my ears must have arrived in my sleep. I couldn’t hear by morning.

By midday, curious, the silence was louder than the noise of petals falling.

Dreamed pieces clack and slide in auricular tubing against hammer, anvil, stirrup

noise
no one can hear
but me

I took my knowing
down by the river,
washed it, and let it go

3. she hung in silks across my path
tangled and free,
like me,
not you.
me.

breakfast: it was too late to eat dinner, so I ate breakfast.

no margarine

            4. a sunrise.