Hour 3 9/02/2023   “Seawalls…”   California dreamin’ been there, done that. East and Gulf Coasts… Japan, other green-riden places… Norway, Portugal, Crete, Turkey, Great Britain… and places that aren’t places anymore.   I’ve paused on docks, promontories,  battlements, bridges; in meadows, gardens, pubs, malls;…

Hour 2 9/02/2023 “Little Things…”   There are moments …and then – there ARE moments – where life as we know it …pauses.  Moments untaken for granted.  Moments unlike any other instant of existence …that pause a soul.   “Little Things…”   A nothing special…

Hour 1 9/2/2023 “Another Today…”   No alarm called – Just eyes now aware wandering, wandering yet another mornings path…   “T’is a chill morning – ” freshly-stale coffee in hand, in mind… “- to start this …day -” echoes float …somewhere within, somewhen within,…

It was said the twenty four could be considered as a “chapbook” – which would make for a central themed group of posts.  I’m still considering that… There ARE three poems here (left, center, and right) – unique, standalone, and yet – also just …one……

“I Grew Up in Essex…” Mortality is our shadow… so I paused and watched today’s sunrise and remembered being asked where I came from while being active on an internet forum way back when. I answered the question with a poem. Today, well, is a…

An hour and twenty minutes… sigh.  I’ve an hour and twenty minutes til what?  What will it all mean – then.  The sun might shine or it could be rain, snow, sheet ice.  The heat might kick on all by itself.  A light bulb may…