A poem of our times.
Here, sitting in my cube trying to be, still here, just here, still and quiet with the Grateful Dead “Don’t murder me, I beg of you don’t murder me, please don’t murder me” Trying to do, here, nothing here, but listen, shut out inside voice, emails there and their instant messages. “I was born in the desert […]
320 million lonely sparks of light shine for each other and sometimes by themselves, without an audience All moving, mostly circumscribed though some go astray, some falter some spin off, colliding with others destroying along their broken path some take, also breaking the calm, unto themselves what is not theirs some simply benignly sink or fade […]
Let sounds drip from finger tips onto guitar sting or keys on a board a slow soft arpeggio or pounding drums it doesn’t matter what just create some noise.
Days flow down and away river jammed packed with logs groaning together on the raging waters from head of the flume to the gated and closed bottom groaning under pent up pressure as if influenced by their own desire to be free of the muddy slippery banks and confines from shore to distant shore to sail alone, with time […]
A few words caught in the gossamer net of thought On constant replay, “The winnowing whistle of the wind” or “Light licks it’s way up the wall” tickle like a feather poking through a down comforter, emerging, trying to be born by archaically setting them to paper or virtually speaking, typed to screen prompt more words […]
a glade of used water glasses surround Burrito bit blanketed dinner plates dirty from last night last minute TV time feeding flanked by a large blue bowl – one of set — redolent of her meal — dehydrated snakelike raman noodles and Monday’s night’s frying pan, flecks of cheese fried on from homemade quesadilla night, […]
How very simple To walk hand in hand with you Without needing words
my grass dampened shoes are covered in drops of dew walking towards you
the soft lick of breeze on sun slapped cheek like the touch of down upon cold bared skin Or like slivered sun barely breaking dark though closed blinds with chance of change or the fast fleeting flash into something greater something that is more