Today we'll begin handing out copies of a Zine we've been working on (hence the prolonged silence here on the blog). It is called "What Day Is It? a Winter Zine." I hope you can find a copy near you soon. (look in coffee shops!)
In celebration, here's a poem that helps reflect the heart of the Zine, a poem by Denise Levertov
Just when you seem to yourself
nothing but a flimsy web
of questions, you are given
the questions of others to hold
in the emptiness of your hands,
songbird eggs that can still hatch
if you keep them warm,
butterflies opening and closing themselves
in your cupped palms, trusting you not to injure
their scintillant fur, their dust.
You are given the questions of others
as if they were answers
to all you ask. Yes, perhaps
this gift is your answer.
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