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All Of It Is Alive

The world is breathing loudly again this morning It is speaking between unhurried breaths What is it saying? What am I hearing? The shaking evergreens are whispering And the cars’ engines are chattering And the flighty birds are sermonizing And I am still listening For the secrets the world is sharing This April morning, Which … Continue reading All Of It Is Alive

there is nothing new under the sun

There is nothing new under the sun, and there’s always something more to do.                                                        There’s always                 a new thought to think. There’s always                 a word to be spoken. There’s always                 a vicious battle to fight. There’s always                 a perspective to consider. There’s always                 a memory to be made. There’s … Continue reading there is nothing new under the sun

Palace of Time (or Summer Memories)

Crystalline jet of a cornered ocean chemical odor wafts over and in the water Crisp air cools wet wears Then reddened faces find respite Dusty pairs of padding feet In high summer dusky heat Nature preaches – cicadas Sermonizing to a setting sun Squealing ardor under Shaking pine and sycamore and fountainous laughter carving out … Continue reading Palace of Time (or Summer Memories)

On “Sligo River Blues – Original Recording” by John Fahey

(2/17/21) Plodding along, I hike To an ethereal song Which pulls me tenuously toward some celestial sky Though, I never arrive. A deep unknown sadness, Mountains of melancholy Collide violently; I am crying. I am crying on the banks of the Sligo. Onward, trudging through mud I continue. ‘Till, perspiring, I sit and strip, and … Continue reading On “Sligo River Blues – Original Recording” by John Fahey

On Sunday Night Rain Storms

(1/24/21) The rush of a hundred thousandTroops upon the rooftops,Clanging artillery which flashes and booms The city is under attack. Below, cars drive amongst the fraySpraying pellets and shrapnelUpon the sidewalksReturning fire in a fightThat will not last. To another theater soon enoughThe battle will travel, butThe moment is hereThe moment is now, soCount the … Continue reading On Sunday Night Rain Storms

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