Quest for meaning
What better way to get people praying than to remind us of random chance? What better way than the cold logic of air rising, falling, killing here, not there; this one, not that. Where I come from we name them by a year: 2011, 1957, 1925, and remember deaths, 695, 255, 12. What better way [...]
Some days are like others And some days Richie Havens dies. It’s more Than a dream that a Guitar can sigh and take Some lucky ones with it. Muddy. Richie. Robert– Temples. Churches. BP, They bow before the hands That move those strings. Even the devil, money Himself, will say uncle To one song like [...]
It’s Poem In Your Pocket Day, and like a springtime bird still dazed by the snow, I dart, twisting my head, in unbelief at all the food. It’s Poem In Your Pocket Day, and everywhere is a poem. Twist your gaze, grab some unbelief: the snow is gone. Look. Look at the food. http://www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/406
I was braced for a strange and challenging week with my partner out-of-state for a work trip, but then our little babe was hospitalized for an infected (and previously undetected) cyst at her throat, and things really got surreal. Somewhere in the midst of the past five days (only five?!), we started making some fun [...]
Life, you’ve noticed, is serious. In all seriousness, it kicks your butt, then, in all seriousness laughs about it. Life is serious. Life has at least two suits and a hundred pairs of shoes. Life spends its waking hours worried; vigilant; staring. Life won’t take “no” as answer. Life takes no prisoners. Except when it [...]
How to say she would run the horse beneath the low branches of the Thorny Locust until she fell off? How to explain she planned to build fires until the most concrete of bridges fell to embers? How to say she would wander across whatever border until every shape wore a foreign costume? How to [...]
“There is more reason in your body than in your best wisdom.” Frederich Nietzsche Hard to think, perhaps, this old man lives in “subtile body”– looking at my lines, looking at my heft, beer belly & broken teeth, but I am; I do . . . Subtle body where the accidents fall into place because [...]
The cattails I brought you have burst long ago & sent their fluff seeding wherever it was you threw them. If only I may let go so flagrantly as the cattails, as you; as wind; the past; the seeds.
1. (in the thick) Once an argument could cut like a two-edged sword. But that’s old hat. The headgear now is helmets. And arguments cut like shrapnel, every way. 2. (in the city) I like it that my map talks to me in a gentle voice while I drive. Not like we fallible persons at [...]
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