Category Archives: Eldering
Toward one another
Your work is to bend the arc, outside yourself, toward one another. :- Doug.
instable, wild
Humans, instable, wild, by turns intoxicated and brooding, are fertile, a garden planted in rows growing to profusion and harvest, going dormant a spell then spinning all over. :- Doug.
bell we can almost ring
A better humanity a bell we can almost almost ring reach reach for the string :- Doug.
Haunt our generations
We could haunt our generations. A good way to converse! Is this a fitting role for ancestors? :- Doug.
In line for vaccine
For ten months I’ve escaped my routine And just now I’m in line for vaccine I’ll stick out my arm And get the new charm So what have I learned in between? :- Doug.
Where O where did my past routine go?
Where O where did my past routine go? Months and months it’s not been seen But when I get this new vaccine, Since I don’t want this old way back What O what shall I do? :- Doug.
When two infinities meet?
What happens when two infinities meet? I don’t know but witness it Every time two humans meet :- Doug.
Mythos human?
What is the mythos human? Does the human need a place, a home? :- Doug.
Glean one another
What is human but to work to glean one another? :- Doug.
Unfathomable us
She sometimes came to Quaker Meeting One day she made the coffee after Now she’s central to our group Give your grandchildren a task To meet their grandchildren To find their grandchildren To invite their grandchildren to find theirs Why … Continue reading
Do the patriotic thing
Do the patriotic thing—get vaccinated against covid—and fears. :- Doug.
In this one detect
We might in this one in front of us the one life detect :- Doug.
Thinking hubris
Hubris it is to think that thinking is not only able to perceive humanicity, but to correct it. :- Doug.
Immediately getting out
Here is a daily way to receive the deeply human: Writing and immediately getting out our poems for those who need them, whether of the generations now alive, or earlier, or later. :- Doug.
We wail on birth
We wail on birth, making a music primal. Making a music, a poetry that plays with music, is a way to receive the deeply human. :- Doug.
Write now
Write a poem for someone who needs it. Now. :- Doug.