Favorite poets include (and are not limited to):
Mary Oliver, W.C. Williams, William Stafford, Rumi, Charles Simic, Theodore Roethke, Gary Snyder, the list does not stop...
As a child, W.C. Williams' poem about the red wheelbarrow stunned me. I read it over and over, trying to figure out why it was magic.
I believe life is for loving kindness, loving kindness is life, living kindness is love, love is a kind of living.
English, Hebrew, French, Italian, Old English, Spanish... For as long as I can remember, I've been like a magpie, stealing shiny words to line my nest, admiring their beauty... but I remain truly fluent in only this language.
I wrote my first poem when I was three. My mother transcribed it for me.
Also when I was three: he was red-feathered, severe and bright yellow-clawed, stalked noisily through the yard after crowing the sun from bed. His name was Chadwick. He was mine. He bit me.
(That's not the poem.)
Give me one week, obligation-free, and I'd quickly make a list and only get half of it done:
gather with friends and loved ones
sing and play music with friends and maybe drink a little whiskey
write a poem or song
sleep outside under the stars
walk in a green place and smell the forest duff
sit by a creek among the wildflowers and listen to the meadowlark
laugh with my daughter and hold her
work with clay
work in the dirt in my garden
There are four of us in this house, including one completely adorable and emotionally complicated border collie, and I love us dearly. I can't imagine life any other way though I know it easily could be. Yesterday, three of us decided we are all easily amused, easily entertained, and messy.
Some favorite foods:
coffee ice cream
fresh corn on the cob
toast with peanut butter and slices of garden tomatoes
homemade basil pesto
I take pleasure in making yogurt in a sleeping bag. (Easy: heat the milk, add a couple spoonfuls of yogurt, put it in jars, put the jars to bed for the night in a sleeping bag.) Fresh yogurt, in glass rather than plastic, has a delicate, creamy flavor that can't be beat. Topped with a spoonful of rhubarb-berry jam… oh.
People with whom I'd like to have tea:
My oldest childhood friend
William Blake's wife
My daughter after school
Ach, sometimes I have trouble finishing things...
...there, you see? I forgot the end, the tagging part. But I'll only say that anyone who comments here and who has the desire should jump in with their own list - just be sure to let us know!