by Stan Rubin The way heart and soul are transformed to Wisdomis not as the yogi promised in the rented space in the shopping centerwhere students gather before workto test the body, its garland of painsand spoilagethat is never ending. ii.You must practice continually, to reach the place where body and mind know their own nature, […]
Author: Stan Rubin
Stan Sanvel Rubin’s poems have appeared in numerous journals, including Agni, The Georgia Review, One, Poetry Northwest, and most recently, Tar River Poetry, Eight Poems, 2 River, Into the Void, Sextant Review and others. His four full-length collections include There. Here. (Lost Horse Press) and Hidden Sequel (Barrow Street Book Prize). A retired NY state educator, he lives on the north Olympic Peninsula of Washington state.
Bird at Window
by Stan Rubin I will wait all morning until the magpie finally breaks through the glasson its twenty-fifth tryor twenty-eighth, who knowshow many there’ve been,bird attacking glassagain and againjust because he seeshis own reflectionand mistakes it for a mate.But he’s magnificentin the persistence of his illusion.Fucking bird. Stan RubinStan Sanvel Rubin’s poems have appeared in numerous journals, […]
