poems for jack
for a number of years now I’ve been writing improvised poems in honor of one of my teachers, jack collom.
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for a number of years now I’ve been writing improvised poems in honor of one of my teachers, jack collom.
finally a breath
to take inventory of life—
a colored breeze.
sound of music
as the morning light awakes.
space in the heart.
Part of a Song for the Equinox (from shore to shore)
The seasons once again turn back towards autumn. It’s my favorite season. There is a particular quality of light in the air that I am in love with. I wish it could be autumn all the time.
I woke anew
to the music of the
world surrounding me.
I’ve recently began reading Steven Pressfield’s books “The War of Art” and “Turning Pro.” They have me asking myself what my work means to me?
Something in me is transforming.
I've been trying to write a book for my entire life. But I've never done it. I guess I haven't felt like I had anything worthwhile to say. Or that I wasn't good enough to do it. And as much as I know that these are just stories I tell myself, still I haven't done the thing I've wanted to do most in my life.
The light is starting to feel different again. The way I see it is changing. The way it strikes through the air. It's as if something is more alive in it.