these days have been nurturing and free and light and brimming with poetry. last night at LouderArts i was introduced to this fantastic anthology From the Fishhouse by a brilliant poet and dear friend Lynne. It showcases some fascinating poets and great friends including Sarah Gambito, Patrick Rosal, Roger Bonair-Agard, and Oliver de la Paz. Here's a poem below from the anthology. Enjoy!

Can You

Can you love the dawn and hate the day? I do.
“Addicted to the beginnings of relationships,”
as I’ve been told. And told. And told. The new
light looks as something else when it first hits,
something more like Catherine standing up
across a strangered room, that promising look
she had before the promises, still stuck
with sweetness to her face in my notebook
of pre-day ecstasies. I love the feel
of gray seeping into black – what it represents:
the casting-out that could occur—and the real,
truant world opening, before it grows dense
with light and the need for endings, setting free
that inkling some lasting love might come to me.

-Christian Barter

my lovely and brilliant friend Pam. her lovely and brilliant blog (esp. the 2nd entry from top titled Powerhouses). enjoy!

http://pamifesto.blogspot.com

color my life with the chaos of trouble.
-b.a.s.

say you can't see the moon and i'll take you to a lake on a still summer night. say you can't feel the breeze and i'll take you to an underground new york city subway right before the train approaches and tell you: close your eyes. say you see the glass half-empty and i'll tell you look up at the skies. say you can't love again and i'll remind you of your past great epic loves: all indelible, all magnificent.

what is happening right now is exactly what should be happening right now. what has happened in the past is exactly what should have happened in the past. what will transpire in the future is exactly what should.
c'est la vie. c'est la vie. c'est la vie.

people are just so beautiful.