Raw this morning in these hours before dawn. raw like an open bleeding wound. It’s dark and cold and I can feel everything. The streets are deserted nothing to distract me no one to be with or charm vulnerable and in pain but alive the future is an empty boulevard running east, running west, north … [read more]
Poems
Wider-Audio file
I am trying something new. Sandy suggested I should read some of my writing aloud and put it up onto O’Keeffe Woodworks as an audio file. You’ll need to click the title to get the audio controls. Here is my first attempt. Let me know what you think. -Geoff
Guest Poet: Barbara Jackson
DOLOR He was still there the next day when I returned In spite of having an order for hourly morphine Oxygen levels decreasing Pulse and temperature rising Cool cloths and a light sheet A warm room crowded with the extended family of ten children At times spilling into the hallway Sweet smell lingering, … [read more]
Who Am I?
A hundred kilo of salty water, periodic elements and chemical compounds, imagining themselves to be real blithely daydreaming the day away. -Geoff O’Keeffe 23:IV:18
This Stillness
This Stillness -For Paul He said that stillness answers every question. Alone and still I let go and the question softens and settles. Together as two or ten or twenty we let the answer go and the room empties. The trash truck agrees from the street asking and answering in one crisp crash. NO! -Geoff … [read more]
Dolor
(Editor’s note: Barbara Jackson is a Northwest poet and healer, deeply intuitive practitioner of natural plant arts and a friend of O’Keeffe Woodworks. We have published her poems over the years. Barbara’s work with those going through major life changes gives her crystalline insights into our condition.) DOLOR He was still there the … [read more]