July 5, 2020
A hot humid morning haze filling the valley like gunsmoke gunpowder’s smoke of the fireworks I woke mid night, restless the quiet heavy cessation of hostiliti...
Category: poem
That loud susurrant rumble overhead
Minutes it took, passingDoppler’s effect fading, distantResolved at lastto the fuzzy purr of my cat
There
The howl of a dogRumble of a distant trainMournful hornBlue jay and crow Some morningsIt is not that the words flow,But that they are right enough.
Happenstance
I glanced up from my worklooked out the windowtherejust under Flight DL5471 Montreal to Laguardiahung a Monarchriding the updraftthen gliding on, above the tree...
Shards
If you mustsit inside on a bright and lovely day,focused--for definitions that mean unfocused--on the screen of a computer,not the world around,then the shards ...
The Empty Illusions of Advertising
I love the serendipity of an unexpected find when looking for something else. Today I found “Women Whose Lives are Food, Men Whose Lives are Money†(1978) b...
Statistically Speaking
and all without lifting a finger
At Midnight
String together songs into a poem. This is how you start a mix tape.
The Morning After
Super Bowl LIII
A Procrastinator’s Love Song
Lots of things to do, there are lots of things to do.Lots of things to do, there are lots of things to do.If I got up this morn, then I could do them too.Lots o...
School, a Poem
Locks us inside 3 minute breaks in between 42 minutes “School,” a poem by Number Two Daughter (13) Number Two Daughter brought this poem home from s...
my lover gave me some poems by Billy Collins
Oh, Beloved!TheseThese words I must readIn their certain intentSlowly and surely andWith ever the thought of your love
Shoshin (åˆå¿ƒ)
I started over after not practicing yoga for several months.
I Rise Before the Dawn
The wind shaking rain from the leaves. The heavy breathing of sÅngshÄ« quÇŽn.The clomp of his owner’s boots. The broken muffler of the newspaper deliver...