What I love most about Jim Harrison is if he were alive today and just beginning his writing career he would be cancelled almost immediately. I love the dude, especially his memoirs and essays. I don’t know anybody who was more enamored with women than Jim. Except maybe me. ❤️
I’m going to buy one of his collections now. That said, this is a horror of mortality, of death. Only a man would write this, I’d say a lot of women probably think of death as a vacation.
Ah, yes! This is an experience. I know know that I am again in my favorite place...Zihuatanejo, Mexico... For the beautiful winter months.... Falling into the relationship ...
Developed over a period of twenty five years...3 missed... Due to near death experience then slow recovery from post covid complications... Every moment, every reflection... Is a fresh start... We know and we don't know... Even familiar things offer us unseen wisdom...
Happy forthcoming solstice December twenty one, fellow creators... The traditions of posada, piñatas, solstice, the cusps of our invisible but felt calendar...everything can be and is new again...again...again.
You are living and writing your next chapter even by reading this...bless you. More on my writings and relections can be found on Instagram @zihuawriter and two Facebook pages...lisa.b.martin.writer ...and... write in Mexico
Oooh so good! There are secrets at dawn don’t go back to sleep!
I wake on the scent of dawn.
Floating.
My paddle breaks the surface of a new day
as I still gently cling to the driftwood of a dream.
I taste the sweet cedar ripple of expansion as I sense the promise of a coming storm.
The waves are rising above a whisper.
The words would soon be calling.
Don’t go back to sleep!
J.Millard
So beautiful! Thanks for posting it! 🙏
I just finished reading two of his books (The Raw and The Cooed, and A Really Big Lunch). So much inspiration for writing and living.
What I love most about Jim Harrison is if he were alive today and just beginning his writing career he would be cancelled almost immediately. I love the dude, especially his memoirs and essays. I don’t know anybody who was more enamored with women than Jim. Except maybe me. ❤️
Ha. I like women to....Made me laugh.Another new poet for me.
Jim Harrison and I share a birthday! Dec 11th.
So much said in so few words. So much felt. I love it.
I’m going to buy one of his collections now. That said, this is a horror of mortality, of death. Only a man would write this, I’d say a lot of women probably think of death as a vacation.
Here’s a recommendation.
Braided Creek:
A Conversation in Poetry
Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser
Copper Canyon Press
Two poets, conversing in short poems near the end of their lives, without attribution to who wrote which poem. It’s wonderful.
Wonderful recommendation! I know copper canyon pressed from washington state... I will acquire this as soon as possible!
Gotta get this guys collection - fire
How do I love thee Jim, let me count the ways
jim harrison was one of a kind.
Thank you !
I see Jim Harrison's name. I read it.
Ah, yes! This is an experience. I know know that I am again in my favorite place...Zihuatanejo, Mexico... For the beautiful winter months.... Falling into the relationship ...
Developed over a period of twenty five years...3 missed... Due to near death experience then slow recovery from post covid complications... Every moment, every reflection... Is a fresh start... We know and we don't know... Even familiar things offer us unseen wisdom...
Happy forthcoming solstice December twenty one, fellow creators... The traditions of posada, piñatas, solstice, the cusps of our invisible but felt calendar...everything can be and is new again...again...again.
You are living and writing your next chapter even by reading this...bless you. More on my writings and relections can be found on Instagram @zihuawriter and two Facebook pages...lisa.b.martin.writer ...and... write in Mexico
"Another Country" pricked my eyes as I read aloud
"My old alien body is a foreigner
struggling to get into another country.
The loon call makes me shiver."
evoking memories of loon calls drifting to us on Bad Medicine Lake through the decades since 1956.
Simply spot-on wonderful.