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Love & Peace


That time
I thought I could not
go any closer to grief
without dying

I went closer,
and I did not die.
Surely God
had His hands in this,

as well as friends.
Still, I was bent
and my laughter,
as the poet said,

was nowhere to be found.
Then said my friend Daniel
(brave even among lions),
“It’s not the weight you carry

but how you carry it -
books, bricks, grief -
it’s all in the way
you embrace it, balance it, carry it

when you cannot and would not,
put it down.”
So I went practicing.
Have you noticed?

Have you heard
the laughter
that comes, now and again,
out of my startled mouth?

How I linger
to admire, admire, admire
the things of this world
that are kind, and maybe

also troubled -
roses in the wind,
the sea geese on the steep waves,
a love
to which there is no reply?

Mary Oliver

Ralph Stanley - Oh Death


R.E.M. - Losing My Religion (Video)

Poetry Sean Thomas Dougherty
Portrait of Lebron as Ohio When is a poem one word? Even at 17 he was Baraka
           on the court, Coltrane gold toned, a kind of running riff,
more than boy-child, man-child, he was one word like Prince.
           How back in those drunken days when I still
ran in bars & played schoolyard ball
           & wagered fives & tens, me & my colleague
the psych-prof drove across Eastern Ohio
           just to see this kid from powerhouse St. Vincent,
grown out of rust-belt-bent-rims, tripped
           with the hype & hope & hip hop
blaring from his headphones, all rubber soled
           & grit as the city which birthed him.
We watched him rise that night scoring over 35,
           drove back across the quiet cut cornfields
& small towns of Ohio, back to the places
           where we slept knowing that Jesus had been reborn, black
& beautiful with a sweatband crown rimming his brow.
           He was so much more than flipping burgers …

Go Cavs!!!


Heartbreak heart break

I made 10 and broke 6.  It's the way it goes with ceramics and in life, nothing ever goes the way you might have imagined it.... and a beautiful poem on letting go. HEARTBREAK

is unpreventable; the natural outcome of caring for people and things over which we have no control, of holding in our affections those who inevitably move beyond our line of sight.

Heartbreak begins the moment we are asked to let go but cannot, in other words, it colors and inhabits and magnifies each and every day; heartbreak is not a visitation, but a path that human beings followthrough even the most average life. Heartbreak is an indication of our sincerity: in a love relationship, in a life’s work, in trying to learn a musical instrument, in the attempt to shape a better more generous self. Heartbreak is the beautifully helpless side of love and affection and is just as much an essence and emblem of care as the spiritual athlete’s quick but abstract ability to let go. Heartbreak has its own way of inhabi…

Paulus and clay "happy fathers day"




John McCutcheon at Camp Roosevelt/Firebird July 10 !!!


more love


Maggie Rogers - Alaska (Quick Remastered Version)


89 years young!!




is what we desire in one form or another, even if we find it through being alone, the agency of silence or the felt need to walk at a distance: the meeting with something or someone other than ourselves, the light brush of grass on the skin, the ruffling breeze, the actual touch of another’s hand; even an understanding we formally could not hold.

Whether we touch only what we see or the mystery of what lies beneath the veil of what we see, we are made for unending meeting and exchange, while having to hold a coherent mind and body, physically or imaginatively, which in turn can be found and touched itself. We are something for the world to run up against and rub up against: through the trials of love, through pain, through happiness, through our simple everyday movement through the world.

And the world touches us in many ways, some of which are violations of the body or our hopes for safety: through natural disaster, through heartbreak, through illness, through death itself. In the…

Inside you Inside me


Workshop at Baltimore Clayworks June 11-12