Invited to run with daughter — LOVE the daughter, Jenny May. I admire her physical activity level — she is 20-some years younger.   But, no, running is not comfy for me. I prefer the pace at which I can see the variety of weeds,…

Entangled Fat strutting chickens contentedly clucking songs to self room to roam, company of the clutch sweet seeds, like heaven’s mana, ever present. A simple peace, deep easy breaths til my gaze falls upon the broken body little wild-bird trapped in netting intended to keep…

Message in a bottle from another space and time beeswax seal, the fairies steal away to catch a ride. Written on the paper in disappearing ink the secrets of the universe beyond the missing link. Monkey wrench the matrix ghost in the machine blockchain broke…

Time and bone ~   First the stride goes: no use for well-loved cowboy boots my long-legged fast-paced movements.   Next the firm step goes: the hip rebels, the knee adjusts the foot feels tentative for ground.   Then the hobble comes: the shoulders hunch…

Every day, I try to take at least ten thousand steps. Every hour, when I’m writing, I get up from my hard chair, measure time with the clock and the laps through the great room, down the long hall, and back again. The scientist in…

The faster I go, the less it will hurt, pace in circles contain the angst. The faster I go, the more I will fall my body numb my mind blank. Slow down and stroll, be present in the world. Inhale the scent of the rose,…

Paths You take my hand in yours as we roam the city streets I never want to be anywhere else you ask me if I have ever loved anyone at this moment, I know I have I can feel your heartbeat like the sounds of…

Pieces of circuitry line the temple forming an electric puzzle Visitors wander through the maze inside, each for their own reason Each meditating as they search for meaning in their brave new world The maze shifts and folds, blocking the path for some, opening for…

Losing God at Dillard’s   I lost God in a bathroom stall at Dillard’s Department Store. Knew he was gone, felt his absence in the empty echo of faux marble.   Arrogant, unmasked people shuffling around all post-Covid, not all vaccinated. Hollow laughter, pod people…

Food is Music -Poem 6   Food is the heart of the soul Water, Sunlight, and dancing trees Crops are the music to the soul Hopping, back sliding with disease Skipping, pack planting with increase Starving, as Poverty strikes our world Hunger, as Food banks…