BARDO NEWS: “Beguine Again” + “The Bardo Group” merging; Poetry Kudos; 100,000 Poets, Musicians and Artists for Change event; the People’s Climate March gone global …

STATUS ON MERGING  Beguine Again and our collective, The Bardo Group, continue with sharing of ideas and some modifications to site links already in progress. At this point the intention is to continue with daily posts. The official transition date is October 1st. On Saturday, October 4, Terri Stewart will post a more complete status report. Jamie Dedes will remain as…

Time of Orphaning

It’s tough when you are orphaned at seventy. I say that without rancor or irony. I’d known Mrs. O’Donall and her daughter for fifteen years, which at the time of this story was the entire length of my life. The ladies – as everyone called them – were fixtures in our parish. Each morning they…

swallowed whole

“I suspect there will never be a requiem for a dream, simply because it will destroy us before we have the opportunity to mourn its passing.” Hubert Sibley, Jr., Requiem for a Dream we of the blue work-a-day Mondays, stale “Pastor says” Sundays and Veterans’ Day at the mall where manufactured dreams are sold they’ve…

Our Sighs Ride the Ebb-tides of Eternity …

  On May 28, our group for people with life-threatening illnesses celebrated the lives of those who have already passed on. I was unable to attend the memorial service due to bronchitis, but I celebrate them, two of my family, and this wonderful group here today. Our group is composed of people from several different religious…

The View From My Place

The winds in May are still rusty from winter and our crystal spring arrives stop-and-go, not here in full force yet this year, not dense enough to clear the rust or make the iris dance, though the poppies are present and there are star lilies and peonies to tempt my eye and my wallet at…

A Hunger for Bone

…….For Ann who died a year ago of a rare cancer of the bone we scattered your relics, charred bone blithe spirit, to be rocked by waves, to be rocked into yourself, the rhythm enchanting you with sapphire spume, sighs merging your poetry with the ether, rending our hearts of their shivered memories, shattering the…

through the ache of time

see it moving – Life! moving through the ache of time seeking that place where identity isn’t worn on a sleeve, where individuals challenge the tribe, where beauty frees itself from convention, where the chain of fear dissolves – Jamie Dedes © 2013, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved * Photo credit ~ NASA, U.S. Public…

night-blooming lovers

maybe a thing about particles and waves or wave-particles and the way light works and moves, the way soulmates’ eyes ignite into stardust, the way some ancient god smiled and blinked, flicked an able wrist to strew some billion stars across a darkly barren sky, then asked his goddess to suspend the yellow moon, a…

drawing the world back into ourselves … celebrating Lung Leavin’ Day

Originally posted on THE POET BY DAY, the uncollected poems of an accidental poet … sometimes not poems …:
“Breathing involves a continual oscillation between exhaling and inhaling, offering ourselves to the world at one moment and drawing the world into ourselves at the next…” David Abram, Becoming Animal: An Earthly Cosmology Breath: So necessary to the…

January Is On the Wane

with a nod to Juana Inés de la Cruz January is on the wane leaving behind early dark and champagne hopes for the genus Rosa. Wild or tame, they’re lovely. Garden roses need pruning, solicitous cultivation ~ Layer shorter under taller, drape on trellises and over pergolas, the promise of color and fragrance, climbers retelling their…

it was the golden light …

i awoke it was the golden light the moon camping out casting my room in the glow of its fire i thought for a moment unsure of my place forgetting what city what state what day seconds passed soundless slowly peeling away the veil, the confusion i melted into the golden light breathed myself into…

Our Cassandra

 ♥ Our Cassandra’s agony torments in poems of prophecy and breaks our hearts upon the stone of her insanity She calls on death to visit one self-appointed night And we, her guardian angels, wearied by her fight Still we soldier on with all our might ♥ ©2012,poem,Jamie Dedes,All rights reserved * Illustration ~painting/Cassandra by Evelyn De…

one lifetime after another

one day, you’ll see, i’ll come back to hobnob with ravens, to fly with the crows at the moment of apple blossoms and the scent of magnolia ~ look for me winging among the white geese in their practical formation, migrating to be here, to keep house for you by the river … i’ll be…

Life, Death, and Poetry

the mindful peace of the cypress beckons, she bows in the wind but doesn’t break, she knows well the moments, but nothing of time her poetry is written in presence, not words in this business of life, of death and of poetry today is, i think, best forgotten ~ just a figment, after all, an…

sleeping without walls

My mom died twenty-two years ago this month. She has been much on my mind these past few weeks. squeezing a penny my mother never knew the names for things the trees were just trees, the flowers just flowers, but she knew life as a sigh and love as a linchpin and how to get…

I Remember the Amber Moon

When I remember you I remember the amber moon the burnished brown of the old oaks their leaves like hands waving goodbye As dusk transitioned to dark, stars alight, we sat on the beach by slow cooking-fires, their coals gone from hard black to gray dust I cherished your warm hug in the chill of…

The Keep Smiling Bag

“Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible.” His Holiness, the 14th Dalai Lama of Tibet A lifetime ago I was privileged to work with folks who were everyday heroes in desperate circumstances. They were people transitioning into the mainstream and the workplace from welfare, foster youth programs, homelessness, drug and alcohol rehabilitation, catastrophic illness,  disability, prison, violent environments,…

Goddess Mothers and True Heroes

“All you need is a sense that there is no such thing as ‘no’ and everything is possible.” Moira Kelly This shining face, this sweet spirit with reason to be bitter and yet he is not. He is a hero and pure inspiration. When our own Naomi Baltuck posted this video on Facebook, I was…