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, 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
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)
(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
(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
(12/24/20) Slots shade views piercing from reality Buildings both lofty and squatty peer in A wave carried lightly through haze Finds hollow ears to rest in Warmth cottony and clean surrounds From reclining days spent in Reverie, and more haze What a body to live in Wisps of buildings’ tears slide effortlessly Into drainage cemeteries … Continue reading a vacation observed
I would weep to see it – to see the measureless mountains meander my direction, to see them silently shift their weight and will their way out from the West toward me – would that I could see it, see those mountains move. I would weep to see it. Instead this red land lends itself … Continue reading Mountains in OK
The contents of the day are spread across the sky by the setting sun, as the wind pushes me into the bar. The evening crumbles, and my body bleeds into the shape of some wanting thing, a walking wireframe. In between those thin shoulders, near where my heart should be, an image plays of a … Continue reading Bar Thoughts
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