Ash Wednesday
January 21, 2019Poem by D. R. James
In this blue mood I prefer the Buddha’s drop of dew.
In this blue mood I prefer the Buddha’s drop of dew.
The truth of it is that every single instant we are, all of us, obliterated and refreshed.
Our friend's wheelchair has grown to Jabba-the-Hutt standards.
We talk making art with a message—getting people to look and listen.
Maybe I’m finally starting to make my peace with living in the Midwest.
On the bedstead another one direct and diaphanous begins its boogie.
Whoever is holding the book is the beloved in some sense.