The sun set on a beautiful soul
as another soul felt…
A winter landscape
Sparkling diamond coverings…
So much has happened
reality seems to have been…
Mentor or tor-ment? Hahaa!
Syllabic incantations may not know.…
In the hour of darkness
Our voices will…
Life is so blue, how do we do, all of the things that we do?
Hope is the key, it's all that we need, and all that we need to be free.…Continue
I'd promised my landlady not to spontaneously type here until all the rent is caught up, PIF, and an adroit avatar input rather than this LOCH NESS gargoylism proffered to us'in newbees.
However a torrent of sustained irony keeps me hanging on, e.g.: my capital F failure as a poet, journalist, short story writer, vignette writer, all of it, the poet, pauper, pawn and ....
Even now the apparent waste and near worthlessness of my 24 month earnstwhile endeavor, or so:…Continue
And engulfs the spirit
Who knew the weight of nothingness
Could devour a person…
Once colours and words
Invaded my dreams
Taking shape and form…
There are so many songs about the sea
Poems gather us in, writ large and small
Mystery trembles in my soul at the shore,
And finds its peace in the voices of the surf.
Storms wrack the beach and pummel men’s efforts…Continue
My Irish buddy says "Next One ! ", or at least did, after working on our most arduous days. Some of our under-house reconstruction jobs meant hours on our backs with the same tools needed when one is standing and building. It would be incredibly difficult and painful, and at the end of the day our…Continue
And the beat goes…Continue
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It isn't that sharp
Doesn't make me all stagger
It's just always there
Makes me feel like a laggard
It drains me of strength
I want to lay down and sleep
It's all I can do
As I watch my will seep
Away to the nethers
Where my spirit can't reach
No one can describe it
It's not something you teach
Back pain is awful
Spasms and weakness abound
I must go to work now
I'll see you around
As I shuffle on…Continue
On a brilliant morning in the spring of 1977, I first saw the most beautiful woman who ever touched my life and arrived within one degree of separation of Leonard Cohen.Continue
A hummingbird in the garage
No, not parked alongside the car
but hovering, frantically (they are frantic creatures)
Inches from the ceiling. It is darting back and forth
Against the white expanse as though a portal to
The natural world might appear but, actually, two very large
Portals, the open garage doors are there, just there
A few feet below where it - oh come on! -
Will not go.
Though I have no way of determining the…
is the Key to Independence.
You, I, We . .
There is no…Continue
forget of thine…
Remember these idiots?
In the words of Forrest Gump's Mama, "Stupid is as stupid does."…Continue