Called my son's dog up on my lap ("world's neediest dog" as my son would say) because he seems to be missing my son who is gone for a few days. Within seconds, he is curled up on my lap, licking my hand (to get the salt from the potato chips I just ate?) The beauty of that jump. "Our missing is a symptom of our love. And our love allows us to say but over and over again. But it is almost time. But I know they will return. But I believe. I am lonely, but I know you will return". Thank you
Ahh this is so good and so needed rn! Thank you for introducing me to this poem, and sharing your thoughts. The bit about your students athletes is so friggin’ sweet! I even teared up a bit. Please never stop posting,
The images! Spilling over with tenderness, precision, and transcending that precision at once. The beauty of the language. Thank you for this poem, Devin. For introducing us to Nomi Stone. Your sensitivity in writing about poetry. And yes, the waiting. A waiting without waiting, an openness in which joy and sorrow are fully welcome both..and we are just here as we are, listening to all these impossible expressions of love. Forever now, bodies soft as ripe avocados...is gorgeous.
Called my son's dog up on my lap ("world's neediest dog" as my son would say) because he seems to be missing my son who is gone for a few days. Within seconds, he is curled up on my lap, licking my hand (to get the salt from the potato chips I just ate?) The beauty of that jump. "Our missing is a symptom of our love. And our love allows us to say but over and over again. But it is almost time. But I know they will return. But I believe. I am lonely, but I know you will return". Thank you
love this...what a dog! thank you for reading.
Love this, as always. “so much waiting, so much hurting, so much trying, so much failing — just to feel it.”
thanks, Cass!
Love this too! Thanks for introducing this poet to me.
Thanks for reading, Fiona!
Ahh this is so good and so needed rn! Thank you for introducing me to this poem, and sharing your thoughts. The bit about your students athletes is so friggin’ sweet! I even teared up a bit. Please never stop posting,
The images! Spilling over with tenderness, precision, and transcending that precision at once. The beauty of the language. Thank you for this poem, Devin. For introducing us to Nomi Stone. Your sensitivity in writing about poetry. And yes, the waiting. A waiting without waiting, an openness in which joy and sorrow are fully welcome both..and we are just here as we are, listening to all these impossible expressions of love. Forever now, bodies soft as ripe avocados...is gorgeous.