“Tomorrow will open again”

Here is another poem included in my 52 Poems for Men collection, available here. The photograph is by Jeff Corwin, available here.

Driving Montana
by Richard Hugo

The day is a woman who loves you. Open.
Deer drink close to the road and magpies
spray from your car. Miles from any town
your radio comes in strong, unlikely
Mozart from Belgrade rock and roll
from Butte. Whatever the next number
you want to hear it. Never has your Buick
found this forward a gear. Even
the tuna salad in Reedpoint is good.

Towns arrive ahead of imagined schedule
Absorakee at one. Or arrive so late–
Silesia at nine–you recreate the day.
Where did you stop along the road
and have fun? Was there a runaway horse?
Did you park at that house, the one
alone in a void of grain, white with green
trim and red fence, where you know you lived
once? You remembered the ringing creek,
the soft brown forms of far off bison.
You must have stayed hours, then drove on.
In the motel you know you’d never seen it before.

Tomorrow will open again, the sky wide
as the mouth of a wild girl, friable
clouds you lose yourself to. You are lost
in miles of land without people, without
one fear of being found, in the dash
of rabbits, soar of antelope, swirl
merge and clatter of streams.

52 Poems for Men, compiled by Jay Amberg

Inanna, goddess of heaven and earth

Meet Inanna, the morning and evening star, goddess of heaven and earth.

Inanna is one of the oldest known goddesses, and one with the most recorded history intact. Her story of journeying into the underworld was a great influence on The Healer’s Daughters. You can read more about Inanna on Wikipedia and elsewhere. Artwork can be found on Etsy, in various sizes. Artist Jo Jayson is very talented.

Support your local restaurants: Twisted Hippo Taproom and Eatery

Twisted Hippo is located at 2925 W Montrose Ave. They make unique craft beer and “American-style pub food with a multicultural twist.” The owners, Marilee and Karl Rutherford, are very good people. You can order online here for pick-up or delivery.

“cracked hands that ached”

Thank your local grocery, postal, and construction workers. Thank the truck drivers and bank tellers. Thanks to everyone that is working hard.

The poem below is part of my 52 Poems for Men collection, available here. The painting is by Rahela Majidi, available here.

Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?

52 Poems for Men, compiled by Jay Amberg

Sekhmet, goddess of healing and justice

Sekhmet is a complex goddess. She is the warming sun and destruction, plagues and healing. This website has an excellent description of her healing aspect:

While she may bring about disease and plague to those who wrong her as the Lady of Pestilence, she is also a master of the art of medicine as she provides the cure to various ailments she may have brought to man. She was the patron goddess of all healers and physicians. In fact, her priests were known to be very skilled doctors. As a result, the gruesome “Lady of Terror” becomes the benevolent “Lady of Life”.

She is also “the protector of Ma’at (balance or justice) with the epithet: ‘The One Who Loves Ma’at and Who Detests Evil’.”

Her name is mentioned often in The Healer’s DaughtersElif is especially close to Sekhmet and her complicated relationship with the world.

(You can purchase the above artwork, as a prayer card, here. The art is credited to Lynn Perkins.)