Category Thoughts About Art & Culture
How High?
Now, we have come finally to our witching hour When we must decide if we will claim our power Myself, I begin to think it has become too late Yet we still must choose, there is no time to wait What our nation, our world might once have been Our glory days barely remembered, are […]
What We Always Know
When I think about beauty, I confess What makes me happy looks the best Bright colors, harmony, truth or jest Although I also like much of the rest Think minor chords as well as tragedy May impart more truth than reality We survive tempest to feel tranquility It’s all just on or off, to be […]
Secretly Hoping ~ A thought ramble
Tired, oh so tired I struggle through My days, my daze Fight and push myself Till all of me pays The price Of one good day May cost me two Too late now My eureka moment Came deep in life Still, I’m sure, I hope I have many years Multiplied by days Pain, mental fog […]
Today
Today I stopped for coffee, don’t we all Those of us, at least, who enjoy the taste It‘s not even merely caffeine’s siren call Just to sit, think, to savor time to waste I listen to nearby folk talk and I wonder How it is that all of us are now right here Sometimes I […]
Still on the Shelf?
A dog-eared page In an old book Mirrors my mood Phantom reason Marked as special, I fervently hope For unknown purpose An unremembered time Or accidental Compressed too long Hidden, neglected, fragile Forest and trees Broken off, lost Handle with care My life attacks A whirlwind child Imperious Nature Unaware, uncaring My dog-eared self Bent […]
String Theory
Oh what a wonderful word and thing is string All the names we call it and the ways we use it Thread-woven cloth on the seat where you sit? Or long hairs on a bow, so a cello’s strings sing Do I hear you mutter or proclaim hemp or jute The ball of yarn your […]
Not Him
Let‘s walk among the crowds downtown On an average morning Hectic and harried, growing denser Hurry along now Past a doorman at a four-star hotel Past a homeless man A women arrives in a dark sedan Every line screams privilege Don’t step on his filthy blanket Don’t look him in the eye As the door […]
Change
Change was inspired by and used the form of Shane Koyczan’s Remember How We Forgot, but is written from my perspective, which has more history than the brilliant Shane has so far amassed. If you don’t know who he is, go find out Change Forget how we remember Forget the games we played in May […]
Choose Your Occupation
We come to another country; we steal it from the people there Then act somehow miraculous, like we grew a bald man’s hair Whether we sell ourselves as motherland, fatherland, liberator People’s republic, or sun never sets, we’re but thieves, no more Despite our ignominious starts, a moral high ground we claim Conveniently forgetting that […]
Standing on My Head
This morning I decided I would start wearing My whole head right on the bottom of my feet It means I will no longer get to wear an earring But I’ll see where I’m walking down the street I’ve decided to leave my nose to sit atop my neck That way, I can smell […]
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