Yoga Class, the Teacher Speaks. Wednesday, December 27, 2006. Hold our hands open as cups. My lips form familiar words. But I am not speaking. It is the mother who is speaking. I am riding on the dark resonance. That is not my voice. I listen as she speaks. She is telling us now. To come touch each other. I feel other hands move warm into mine. I glance at the clock. We have one human hour.

Saturday, December 16, 2006. Poems with a wider lens. Links to the right will connect with poems that express some things maybe spiritual, or at least beyond day to day experience. Poetry Immersion Classes with Joan Dobbie. Some Thoughts and How to on Poetry Writing. Live Each Day as If. Yoga Class, the Teacher Speaks. Love Song to a Dead Kitten.

Thursday, January 3, 2008. As if it were your last. If you live each day. As if it were your last. Poetry Immersion Classes with Joan Dobbie. Some Thoughts and How to on Poetry Writing. Live Each Day as If. Yoga Class, the Teacher Speaks. Love Song to a Dead Kitten.

Sunday, December 17, 2006. Photo by Joan Dobbie 2007. The thing to do, I guess,. Though it comes and goes. This poem appeared on a Christmas Card published by Chuck Eyers in 2003. Poetry Immersion Classes with Joan Dobbie. Some Thoughts and How to on Poetry Writing. Live Each Day as If. Yoga Class, the Teacher Speaks. Love Song to a Dead Kitten.

A Poem to a girl named Jessica. Friday, February 4, 2011. In the womb all babies. We begin by counting their fingers. Now imagine a child born with limbs. That do not work and will not grow. She has neither fingers nor toes. Telling the mother about the virtues. Being that she is still so young. Yet the mother wavers because.