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Sometimes, even newsletters are too much. I owe a great debt of joy-seeking cuore energy to poet, songwriter, and life-lover Danielle Gasparro for giving me the permission I needed from the universe (I convinced myself I needed permission) to reject permission and just send whatever moves me in my newsletters and social media accounts. Thank you, Danielle, for telling me to be the artist I am and not manicure my missives.

SO. I’m going to free up my patterns and explain them less.

I’ve begun an experiment in reclaiming my online presence. Thanks for being on this journey with me.

When the light comes

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Evolution :: 

a voice that claims monstrosities,

The body’s inevitabilities.

I claim to know nothing, but in all knowable signs

The plowed field is broken open.

We kill so much

:: or are we sleepwalking?

Everything that falls out

Can be washed into new forms,

Sugarstinking.

We must explain the light

Before we give back what is not ours ::

Nitrogen and phosphorus, 

The light’s dirty evolution.

Now we crawl down from

The mountaintop with the others.

Will we bow

To this god,

The light 

Of death

And earth 

:: our body’s particulate bodies

Every word :: a prayer

The prayer :: a practice

The practice :: endurance 

We persist.

It’s not a world

Waiting for disaster

But we who are disaster

And always have been

We dirty our foreheads

Prayers are practices

And bodies are light waiting to disperse

–

A review in poetry of

And when the light comes it will be so fantastic

Poems by Kristen Berget 

Translated by Kathleen Maris Paltrineri

Hugs,

-Eric

Toodles!