“The panic bird just flew inside my chest. Some days it lights inside my brain, but today it’s in my bonehouse, rattling ribs like a birdcage.”  Robert Phillips

“Now as the dark gathers into the sky
and legions of might go thundering by
regions of light grow dim and then die
and we with our wings
wait for morning to fly.

Here where the angels
have appeared and are gone
your face like an ember
glows in the dawn
But I want you to remember
all wild deeds live on
all good times, all good friends
all good things got to come to an end.”
Jackson Browne

“When we stride or stroll across a frozen lake, we place our feet where they have never been. We walk upon the unwalked. But we are uneasy. Who is down there but our old teachers?”    Robert Bly

“The gypies know my future
the angels know my past.
I roll around this big wide world
to find a love to last.
I’m weary from my wandering
Lord I’m wounded in a war
I’ll lay me low where the willows grow
listen to that river song
river runs by my window
river runs by my door
river runs sp sweet might
never roam no more.
might never roam no more.”
Tom Rush

“I’m not Einstein but I am smart enough to know a bad idea when I see it taking up space, bidding it’s time.”   David Clewell

Shoes,

I wear them but I don’t like them.

Those walls of leather

stitched together

to make a prison for my feet,

and again,

and again,

and again,

my toesstruggletogetfree.

The big ones lift and stand momentarily alone,

the two next to it cringe

and the little ones on the end

push against

the walls. The leather

s t r e t c h e s slightly,

but gradually,

one-by-one,

the toes tire

and surrender

to the bottom

of the shoe.

“I wish in the city of your heart you would let me be the street where you walk when you are most yourself” Rubley Wilson

“Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there’s always some reason
to feel not good enough
and its hard at the end of the day.
You are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reveries
So tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there’s vultures and thieves at your back
the storm keeps on twisting
keep on building lies
that you make up for all that you lack.”
Sarah McGaughlin