POEM: the bodhisattva of Naples, New York

the bodhisattva of Naples, New York
for Mary Cornish

They came with stories.
They came to a big barn
near a small town
on a spring day
still gripped
by the memory of winter.
They stood beneath
a thousand tiny lights,
huddled around a wood stove.
They laughed and cried
as they talked about her.
In the end what are we
but stories in other mouths,
laughter in country barns,
tears on the cheeks
of those who love us?

/ / /

Jason Crane
24 April 2017
State College, PA

In Buddhism, a bodhisattva is an enlightened being who forgoes nirvana and instead stays in this world to help others.

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Remembering Travis Nixon

My friend Travis Nixon would have turned 44 today. This is part of his story. I hope you’ll listen.

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POEM: invasive species

invasive species

we planted it at the foot of some low hills
near a made-up border between two states
soon we moved it across that line
took it north, then west, then back east again
we tried to give it roots in new soil
but by that point, the damage was done
it hadn’t learned to reach deep into the earth
never figured out how to flourish in one place
like a Hollywood tumbleweed it rolled off-screen
passing by in the background of other people’s scenes
sometimes coming to rest, but not for long
for years we lost track of it, saw and heard nothing
until finally it came to rest in a valley
far from water, far from the home we’d tried to make
rocking back and forth in a wind only it could feel
but staying put, at least for the moment

/ / /

Jason Crane
11 April 2017
State College PA

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My side career as an LL Bean model

With an intern from B94.5 in our side careers as LL Bean models.

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The Morning Mixtape: Workin’ For A Living

On my radio show, I talked about why we work and why I don’t like it.

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POEM: sandbag satori

sandbag satori

I settle like a sandbag onto the zafu
bones finding a resting place
a contented sigh & the smell of sandalwood
I close my eyes as the bell rings

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Jason Crane
6 April 2017
State College PA

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