When the energy clicks right There’s less of a reason to leave your door closed in the morning There’s more of a reason to fraternize in the common area There’s a stronger link to the world
Category: Miscellaneous
4/24 Snacktime
Eating to live or living to eat. Which one should I be? Eating to live keeps me grumpy and lean but living to eat is a dream….
Hour Four
Take my hand, take my hand dance me ’round and turn me, cross the floor for ten turns more shiver me down and burn me. Lead me up, lead me on throw me down and take me dance me hard in the primrose yard…
Blessings
So tiny she breathed in her first breath, crying and squirming about, Days and months turned into years, they quickly came and went. First, puppy loves, Fairy tales, some came true How could she have known all her roads would lead to you? Then in…
Before Darkness
Before darkness came, I thought I understood what the sun was saying. Up every shiny morning, not hearing what the moon whispered while it waited. Darkness has light that knows a different language that only your soul can hear.
Rembrandt in the Clinic
I often get unexpected visitors in the clinic. Ozu bows and shows segments from Tokyo Story. Poets of various stripes read theirs poems as offerings of empathy. Writers will relate their novels to stories of migration. I was doing a physical on a 13…
Forecast
Maybe tomorrow birds will sing and flowers dance to the words of a god speaking light and truth, but today it’s dark –and raining.
In Which I Remove My Eyes From the Sky that Looks Like Boiled Water, Above Downtown Grand Rapids Last Year Before a Hardcore Punk Show in the Attic of a Church
In Which I Remove My Eyes From the Sky that Looks Like Boiled Water, Above Downtown Grand Rapids Last Year Before a Hardcore Punk Show in the Attic of a Church A wanted poster is a blood flyer. There’s one tucked into every street….
RIP #4
RIP they buried Frances in her purse brown leather with a strap there were some cracks as it was old though covered by the flap Henry he’s been dead a year now in the tackle box cremated in his Sunday suit blue tie…
10am
10am In a topsy turvy world Where every man is for himself At the expense of Becoming foe to friends Justified by the ends Of personal happiness – Each hand and head becomes a rung On the ladder to success Whatever that may be. In…