This poem owes something to the parable of the three wise monkeys
(see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil).
"Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
between what's flesh and what's fantasy.
And the poets down here don't write nothin' at all.
They just stand back and let it all be.
And in the quick of a knife,
they reach for their moment and try to make an honest stand.
But they wind up wounded, and not even dead
tonight in Jungleland."
Bruce Springsteen (Jungleland)
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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(see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil).
"Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
between what's flesh and what's fantasy.
And the poets down here don't write nothin' at all.
They just stand back and let it all be.
And in the quick of a knife,
they reach for their moment and try to make an honest stand.
But they wind up wounded, and not even dead
tonight in Jungleland."
Bruce Springsteen (Jungleland)