All I Need To Know
It was a damp hot summer,
the air filled with dragonflies and
the buzzing drone of cicadas.
A bird built her nest of fragile twigs, strands of hair, and silver tinsel, beneath the overhang of my porch. In side are three blue eggs dropped down from a turquoise sky.
I wait and watch intently for the miracle of life to emerge from cracked shells, being careful not to disturb the miracle.
All I need to know is there are birds and nests and eggs, that there is a river flowing to the ocean. That I will have your shoulder to rest my head on, your hand gentle at my throat . I’ve entrusted a heart to you , knowing you will never let it break.
something fabulous from Resa…
Arlington
As far as the eye can see,
dotted with chiseled teeth that jut through the verdure
vanish over the wilted slopes fade into the horizon.
Dead twigs trapped in wrought iron arms
rustle in the forlorn zephyr trapping
wayward leaves in bronze
They designate where valor lies.
Worn flags, stiff with age,
quiver like the hearts of caged doves.
Red poppies in the common droop,
overcome by the copper scent that fills the
fields of treasure that flourish hereforever,
As far as the eye and beyond.
Buffalo Springfield – -1967
Neil Young
All art copyright Resa McConaghy
Neil Young (born November 12, 1945) is a highly influential Canadian-American singer-songwriter and musician known for his distinctive voice and raw guitar style. Emerging in the 1960s with Buffalo Springfield and later CSNY, he forged a prolific solo career, often backed by Crazy Horse, producing iconic folk-rock and grunge-influenced albums like Harvest and Rust Never sleeps. He’s sKnown in for blending acoustic folk, country-rock, and heavy, distorted electric rock (earning him the nickname “Godfather of Grunge”).
- Key Albums: Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere(1969)After the Gold Rush(1970)Harvest (1972), and Rust Never Sleeps (1979).
Art by Resa McConaghy
it wasn’t meant to be this way
We hesitate to call ourselves
human these days
That stone bruise of loss,
the lingering sting
filleted by the bludgeon
of scorn and hate,
not the same way or on the
same day.
Inconsistency is the surest way
to weaken the bark,
wrench the roots,
slowly wither beneath the boot
of fear and despair and the
never ending needs of ego.
A Chicklets Valentine’s Day 💝
Sea Breeze
When we speak, the air tastes of salt,
our words wet with fluidity;
silvery vines of fingers entwine.
We are a tranquil sea.
The tide sweeps in,
still the moon is not
strong enough to part us.
the sweet-bitter enchantment
of life carries us forward
beneath a sky of endless colors,
the sea breeze scattering us across the
windblown sand.
“Sun rays touch the coastline
Warm our feet, show the glare
We walk through the sand in the warm night
The water will take the weight from us
And all our lives we’re told
The stream will take us home
And all our lives we’re told
The stream will take us home”
Poetry by John Hulme
What your sea does to the gaps in my stone…
How do I explain it, when all I can do is ache and sway beneath your tide?
Your touch is gentle. Your heart is teasing. It’s almost too much to bear when you find me like this, spreading my horizons with your rippling fingers. Having stumbled my way shorewards like a wayward pebble, it makes no sense, the way you continue to see these cliffs in my spirit.
But you do. Through every curve and crack, you sculpt a thing I have long-since lost all desire to share and explain. You sculpt a language that draws me forwards when so many other things have pulled me back. You hold me like a thing torn between sea and sky, caught in the stillness.
You know me, hug me, see me… and I stand. There is nowhere like this, now that we have found each other. Not even here, in this place we have rewritten with whispers of rolling tapestry and surf.
The cliffs are at peace at last, reflecting themselves in lighter hues – the blue of angel wings and floating things.
poetry by Joni
Don’t miss this remarkable poem written by Joni Caggiano and recited by Nigel Byng.
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