Category Laughter
What Matters?
“You know, sometimes it is the artist’s task to find out how much music you can still make with what you have left.” Itzhak Perlman Are you unemployed, underemployed, overemployed or work for multiple employers? Has this been a long-time situation? If so, I feel your pain. I have been where you are and I […]
Waiting, Just Waiting
Life has been challenging of late and I haven’t been posting as often as would like. First, an elderly relative with a cracked femur, which is still sorting itself out. Next, a ten-acre fire that started almost directly behind our house. Then another medical emergency, this one involving me. That one will become evident when […]
Some Have, Some Will
Some have called me crazy, so many things worse Some have called me lazy; work smarter no curse Some have called me hazy; as I accept all, diverse Some have called me mazy, as rarely am so I terse Some have called me liberal; won’t be held captive Some have called me gullible; it is […]
The Inside More
I approach the sentient sentence trees at a dignified pace. I am nervous, but reverent, unarmed as seems appropriate. Under these sentence trees, I am in the moment, every sense heightened. People, places, things stack together, combining to become new shoots or already massive boles, the tops lost from sight. Like birds, tastes, sharp, illusive; […]
No One
All the steps of daily life Are now no more than ever More slowly I move, my strife Remember, no one lives forever
Old Year New
If the speed at which the old year left Is something that did vex Wonder more where the baby came from That old guy would die from sex Still, no need to worry what it’s all about The new year always takes the old year out
I’ve Heard
Certainty, it’s said, is fleeting It may vanish upon meeting Or offer you a warm greeting You hope it will last a lifetime Pray that it will be your lifeline Most lose it, such a rife crime It’s ephemeral, so it’s precious Though it can turn you vicious Believe it, it’s gone, suspicious Belief is […]
How Much
Part of me wonders why I feel lost When I sit right here in the center As I wait outside, to ponder the cost Just how much must I give to enter

