Rainy notebook department….

Only Bread, Only light

“When one burns one’s bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.”

Did Dylan Thomas really mean it?

(Riding a tram in Helsinki.)


One likes to imagine death driven by wind—
leaves, snow, what have you…


Phenomenology is to the body
As the body is to a seed
Please don’t think too hard about this


Handel’s “Water Music” is cheerful, stately, vaguely orgiastic
Radio on a rainy morning


Old Folks Poem

I can’t keep up
I can’t keep up
What’s that? A frying pan?

Please don’t think too hard about this


One morning early, bending to trash, I saw a flash, a light not of this world. “Maybe my retina has detached,” I thought. The gold white iridescent microburst was passing strange but then it was gone and to date has never returned.

Every now and then that flash, that otherworldly color, returns in mind.

All our eyes expect to be received.


Whether I was in my body or out of my body as I wrote it I know not. God knows.


Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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