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]
Poems
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]
Eleven Below
At eleven below zero in the pre-zazen dawn the sky aizome blue and the world flocked white the seconds tick by like snow crystals crunching under the boots of a passing stranger, reinforcing the dream of time passing. -Geoff O’Keeffe
Two New Pieces: Barbara Jackson
Editor: My dear friend, sister and writing buddy, Barbara Jackson, penned two new poems recently. Barb’s writing has appeared in these pages a few times over the years. She is a fine, intuitive and magical writer. She sees behind, below and beyond. Of these two, Barb says, “…part of being alive is being tuned into … [read more]