the 2nd hour

Scratching in the dirt Fat strutting chickens contentedly clucking song to self room to roam, companionship of the clutch sweet seeds, like mana from heaven, faithfully provided. A simple peace. I breathe it in… deeply.

Leap of Faith

Seeing is believing is a very common thought Your eyes don’t lie, do they? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder If you love someone, they look better to you That would be too easy A leap of faith comes from your heart It…

Unseen influences

Enjoy the rain under hidden stars for the duration that has an end a year lingers the unseen mmoon Masked by rain above below I still feel the pull of Luna the tug of will teeth and fang I howl at the emptiness beyond

Coffee and Change (Hour 2)

I reached into my billfold to pay cash for coffee, black, and reminisced about the days when cash was the only currency. Or pen and ink … typewriters, record players. I remember the smell of the coal-burning furnace in my childhood home and the excitement…

Poem 2 : A Tribute to Ogden Nash “Olives”

There is something about a Martini,* It’s a bikini in a glass Clear much more than a demi-tasse   It would be nice to have one While writing like a silly goose Crisp shaking my brain loose   Yes, there is nothing like it Vermouth…

Nowhere

electrical wires that stopped working some time ago still go in a direction, an old boss always awake to tell you what to do or no to do with firm indifference to what makes sense still following a path of remembered sight  

(tanka)

setting out the sprinklers before dawn — girding our loins against Anthropocene heat

Morning

Morning best part of the day When you can sleep and cuddle on up You later awaken, and you say thank you Lord For this morning star you bring with unconditional love The one who holds you near to you and closer Goodmorning ABBA, I…

Source

Feed the fire stoke the coals Sing a song Tell stories around it or Let it all go up in flames None of us was supposed to be here forever anyway Resources…. what the fuck are resources? Oh! You mean Return to Source!!! Yeah that….

It’s Over

I don’t know when it became different I can’t pinpoint what happened It’s as if I’m not supposed to know I don’t feel like I have a safe haven Just me on one side And the world on the other I can see it is…