It takes time

To live the truths

Of what makes us human-

To know from experience what matters.

More time than video clips and biased sound bites

Filled with commands, demands and

Fast fixes on fast-forward have.

It takes long conversations-

Longer silences,

Holding space and

Bearing witness.

It takes more than looking at

It takes looking into

And living from there.



An Unintentional Tribute: Leonard Cohen


The first thing I did when I heard Leonard Cohen had died was go to my bookcase and open his ‘Selected Poems 1956-1968”.

It was the very first book of poetry I ever bought . I remember saving up my baby sitting money to pay for it.

That was in the late 1960’s and I still open it. Nothing like feeling haunted and enchanted at the same time.

I wrote this poem decades ago. It wasn’t meant to be a tribute to him, but tonight it feels that way.


I thought I’d remember

the romantic moments-

the way he tucked me “just so” under his shoulder

when we walked and

the way I’d make my steps match his

so I could stay there-

or how he kissed

the hollow of my throat and

I kissed

the palms of his hands-

or the rainy Sunday afternoon

we spent reading Leonard Cohen

out loud to each other

on a park bench.

But what I remember most

About my first love is this:

when I said I loved him,

I believed me.