Tag Archives: everything
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 […]
Once More, With No Why
Here are images of the the fire that chased us from our beds and our houses at 4:30 in the morning. Frightening, but all’s well that ends well. Fire flies along the ground leaping toward the sky Reflecting my psyche, stabbing fear into my eye Grab what you need and get out, is what he […]
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 […]
#Slipping Points
I. The Most Addictive Drug What is, do you think, the most addictive drug If I suggest possibilities, you may nod or shrug It is neither heroine nor is it prevalent nicotine It’s something that makes us act more obscene What, you say? You believe it is crack cocaine By comparison to this, we would […]
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 Escape
Majestic and soaring the green willow grows So tenderly and sweetly its branches drape All cut down in life’s prime, no river flows Birds, all life large or small, cannot escape
More Than
How will we ever know what is right Despite what all hierophants preach How do we keep our fiery hope alight Our answer’s unknown, but we reach If a word, god, didn’t exist, now, never I cannot imagine the need to coin one I been proven wrong, still, I am clever At night there’s moon, […]

