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]
Poems
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]
We Breathe
We Breathe –Geoff O’Keeffe In these empty times between being together I hold my breath, waiting for you, sometimes for days, and everything in my world waits with me. The still air is hollow and sad. I wait until your dark eyes will once again softly hold mine, and I see you in front of … [read more]
Kaddish For The Honeybee
After a long period of quiet and focus on other projects, O’Keeffe Woodworks is pleased to present a new poem, Kaddish For The Honey Bee, by long-time contributor and friend of the Woodworks, Barbara Jackson. Barbara is a Northwest native who resonates deeply within the land and water of that place, and who has … [read more]
New Poems by Barbara Jackson
My dear friend Barbara and I grew up in southeastern Washington State, in the golden years of American economic growth following the Second World War, when electric garage door openers and the convenience of TV dinners were all the rage. Major General Leslie Groves and his team calculated that the Oak Ridge site near … [read more]
