She lay on the pavement as the sun rose, her eyes present and wild. She gasped and her tongue hung loosely from her open mouth as she bled out. Her spindly legs twitched and she uttered faint sounds, a mule deer’s death rattle. Tufts of fur were strewn along the road for thirty feet where … [read more]
Writing
How To Do It
Natalie Goldberg instructs us to, in the beginning, simply keep our hands moving, whether with pen in hand or two hands quivering over a keyboard, no editing allowed, not even punctuation or correcting spdrelling, just keep moving, don’t stop, even if you haven’t an idea, just go…if all you can come up with is … [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]
Hamburger Creed
I’m no gourmet. I grew up on fish sticks for Friday dinners, waffles, pan-fried chicken, creamed peas and potpies. I understand a little about good cuisine, but like with wine, where I am very clear what I prefer but know little about it, I am hopeless when it comes to having the encyclopedic knowledge of … [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]
