You must have been lost in these woods for so long –

I am full of joy to have found you.

Take my hand, and I’ll lead you from here – not out, but deeper

Through the brambles and thorns

And thickets of brush

Till we reach the very center of things.

There, we can live, and you’ll grow

Into a tree assured in its roots

And in the patterned grooves in its skin.

You will not fear the worms and maggots

Whose sure conquest you had dreaded so before.

They will not unsteady your balance –

Even the axe will not take away your standing

As a thing that did not shrink in the face of foreboding.

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Pin cushion

Okay, so, my face is full of little pins and needles

That I stick there when I’m not using them.

They don’t bother me, and I just keep sticking

As I sit, hemming endless lengths of fraying fabric.

Suddenly, there comes a wave, a sudden freezing of my face,

Prickling at a million nerve endings, throbbing with defeat.

Enough, enough! There are far too many, though I never thought I’d see the day;

There are too many, and I clutch at the needles that fill my skin.

I rip them out, wailing piteously, spewing convoluted complaints

Concerning everything, save for what ails me.

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I’ve filled myself in the wrong way,

Like a failed crossword puzzle –

Let me start over.

Tell me, why should I care about should?

And why would I care about would?

I honestly don’t, and never did –

Maybe I, perhaps with some prompting,

Have just convinced myself that I do.

Can I retire from language and from sight?

I’d like to just be again.


A Brief Review of Dr. Karl Stern’s “The Flight from Woman”

Last summer, browsing my grandparents’ bookshelf, I discovered The Flight from Woman, written in 1965 by psychiatrist Dr. Karl Stern. I was not previously acquainted with philosophy or psychiatry as subjects, but still finished the book since I became pretty absorbed.

The main theme of the book is Stern observing, in his own time, that our modern culture as a whole has somewhat rejected the “feminine” (i.e. intuition, poetry, nurture, divinity) so to speak, and why we desperately need to account for it alongside the more “masculine” parts of life (i.e. reason, objectivity, efficiency, logic). He then devotes chapters to different thinkers (Kierkegaard, Descartes, Tolstoy, Schopenhauer, etc.) who have shaped how we think today and how they fit into this dichotomy he presents.

I started to write a different review, but it got far too complicated. So, in a nutshell, I thoroughly enjoyed this book, and I think that anyone interested in philosophy, religion, art, or even just thought in general could find this enriching.

Here are some quotes from The Flight from Woman that give a peek into Stern’s exploration of the soul and mind in his book.

Faith has always been the perfect paradox: a synthesis of sublime intellect and perfect madness.

“Let science deal with places, and animals and stars; but to deal in that way with the human spirit is blasphemy.”

Søren Kierkegaard

It is typical of a tendency to establish the activist and rationalist mood of our time as the foundation of the human condition, and to make religious terms, hallowed by age, fit this current philosophy.

Clinical labels do not mean much when it comes to the riddle of a man’s fate, but they serve as practical shorthand.

Love can neither be planned or managed, it can only be sown and nurtured.

The most burning questions concerning every man… resist objectification. There is an inwardness to the process of becoming which resist analysis.


Heads and their bodies

You ought to know, I make the occasional observation

That people’s faces

Don’t really match their bodies.

There’s some disconnection,

A disparity of angle,

Or a weird disruption between clavicle and chin.

If I look at you too long,

I might just start to think

That your body and head

Would look a bit better, separate.



I’ll sow a field with seeds

Of grass that doesn’t need cutting, and doesn’t want it, either.

Growing in soft-edged clusters laying sweet and green on the ground,

Letting itself be combed by the snakes and the rain –

Combed into cowlicks where deer may make their beds.

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Drawn curtains

Close the drapes, quickly.

There, between the trees,

Are wraiths that know far too much

From ages of haunts and plots.

So, shut out the light,

And in doing so,

The darkness with it.


I jumped on a bandwagon

I gave Magnetic Poetry a try since it looked fun from what some others were posting.

Here are some outcomes – I strung choice words together and left out the ones I didn’t want.

I don’t mind if these aren’t actually considered poems – again, it was for fun, right?

And a bonus one:


Storm warning

It was drizzling, then snizzling, now blizzarding full blast –

Near two full days of delightful fluff is the frightful forecast.

So, if you so happen to head eastward toward river and shore,

Bumping down the road once more,

Take care and please don’t get trapped under an avalanche.

Thank you.

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Ski lift

Up high above the slopes, dangling from a single cable,

I realize with shock that, if clamps failed and chair crashed,

If someone was with me, I’d take comfort in the fact

That at least it would make two of us.