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]
Poems
Halloween
On Halloween, I came as an anachronism. I passed myself in the hallway and felt wistful, trying to remember. The leaves were red and they crunched under foot. -Geoff O’Keeffe
January 20, 2017
Enso thanks to Kazuaki Tanahashi 1.20.17 Geoff Shōun O’Keeffe May all be seen May all be heard May all be loved May … [read more]
Happy Birthday, Viejo
Happy Birthday, Viejo -Geoff O’Keeffe 01.02.17, 1000 h. Born in the cold dark of winter hoping to die on a summer solstice one bright day. Reading alone with coffee and a bagel young red-cheeked humans with time on their hands unaware. Baldwin said, “To act is to be committed to be committed is … [read more]
Baton Rouge
Image: Barbara Jackson (Editor’s note: My dear friend Barbara and I have known each other close to fifty years. We both come from that part of the Washington desert where nuclear waste lies in toxic holes in the ground, one of the nastiest places on earth. Barbara lost her mother in late 2016 and the … [read more]
For Johnny
For Johnny Tonight, in this crowded cafe the windows weep from the dark cold outside. Our dinners half-eaten but the wine still flows. It’s just another day in my limited life. I am minus one of us tonight, one of our very best, one of my favorites. Brad reminds me of Robert Bly: “You … [read more]