When most people hear "Silicon Valley," words
such as clean, pure, technologically developed, and high
personal income usually come to mind.
Northern cardinal chips away
at the blue light,
singing for his mate.
Sleepy-eyed houses
nod and drop their shades
into the dreams
There is a time when the operation of the machine
becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take
part. You can't even passively take part....
It's 4:20 p.m.
I'm standing over the Olympic soccer stadium in Sarajevo. From
one goal post to the other are graves-headstones of various sizes
and shapes, most unmarked.
IN MY AUGHT YEARS (that time before teen-dom), somebody
in my family left a hamburger on the stove, which proceeded to
catch afire.
If we could split ourselves
like a crack in the cement
(children's names written when wet
a heart a flower a handprint)
like that mystical bread
(calloused hands holding
"Iam determined to die where I am. In the little house that
I rent from good friends, overlooking the sea....We grow toward
death.
Christmas came early this year, Lord,
Not only in the singing of "Silent Night,"
but in the singing of "Nkosi Sikelel'i Africa"
from the Parliament steps in Cape Town.
A tense, cautious hope for a peaceful future in Northern
Ireland emerged with the cease-fire called on August 31 by the
Irish Republican Army, ending its 25-year armed campaign against
the Briti
"I am mooring my rowboat
at the dock of the island called God."
—Anne Sexton
The Awful Rowing Toward God
This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man scatters
seed upon the ground. Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets
up, the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how.
We got off the 11th Street bus in downtown Washington and headed toward the people
gathering on the 10th Street overpass. A man in his early 40s fell into step with us.
