Tagged: lia purpura

Poem: Thumbs

Thumbs are what distinguish us from the less important creatures below us on the chain of food. Thumbs are why we eat them and not the other way around. Maybe this explains our fascination, our absence of humiliation our willingness to stare and unwillingness to care for life outside our glowing screens. Some in the...

Poem: The Most Marvelous Thought

The most marvelous thought occurred to me, an occurrence in and through the hollow reed we choose to be.   How preposterously inconsequential you are! Irreducibly irrelevant speck of cosmic flotsam.   Now! (Like the B&B lady in Sheepland). Somehow you feel better. Knowing this. Having this thought occur.

Poem: The Fine Line

Between a reason and excuse A fine line, a filament, a dilettante rope Unfurls and hides. We might not see yet can’t refuse The shades of meaning found in joy and hope. Choose words carefully – That’s the lesson, the lemon, the luminosity. Should you be charged with loquacious verbosity, Sentenced to the slammer, Annealed...

Poem: The Silliest Most Comforting Thought

How terribly awfully blatantly and, one might emphasize, preposterously naïve to envision even for a frivolous moment a world, or a set of circumstances, alternating laws and chances, in which wherein and also everything else you can dream, human beings, people decide to make love the reason for living.   Slilly thought yes. Even sillier,...

Poem: Too Many Books

Too many books Not enough readers Too many poems Not enough heeders   You say you want answers You say want leaders You pray for salvation At the Church of St. Peter   Ask for forgiveness Ask and repent Ask for an ending To ongoing Lent   Something like calm Something like grace Something to...

Poem: Full Circle

According to the label, this plastic jug of water Came to Los Angeles from New Zealand, where An artesian spring spews forth artisanal beverages for Sophisticated folk in search of hydration Not hubris. The water got here on a plane or a boat that Burned a different kind of petroleum product than What was used...

Poem: Why You’re Great

External stimuli cannot affect the silent mind harmonized with all the voices of the universe singing their discrete vibration now and forever in a perfect symphony of light.   Nothing from the outside can burrow inside the sanctuary of a peaceful soul joined in spirit with all that was and all that is.   Fantastic...

Poem: Let’s Do This

Let’s have a little argument Let’s have a little tiff Let’s castigate and conjugate Instead of light a spliff   Our passions stoked, our ire raised We commence to disagreeing About cannabis and worshipping And other ways of seeing   Yet all this time, as we yell, Nothing’s really changed The noise and clamor honks...

Poem: If Only

If only every single person on this cruelty infested planet could sit quietly beside my garden, then those who cared to listen might hear what twittering really sounds like.   If only every single person on this greed befouled planet could stroll carelessly through my neighborhood, then those who cared to look might see what...

Poem: Mind Your Business

When the angry mother of two successors to her gene pool behaved with an absence of cool failed to set a good example for her precious offspring neglected to teach them the importance of thinking about others as though they were sisters or brothers not competitors at a shrinking trough she was at that moment...