Observations
-------------------------------- Signs 4/21/12 Gray, in the morning rain, the lonely and forgetful woodpile. Its season has passed, and spirit long gone. Yet, the potted onions reaching downward in the garden. ******* 1/15/13 The plan is to be here now, so you'll be there then. ******* 1/17/13 The present is the best of the three illusions. ******* 12/4/11 Fashioned late, these lives we've chosen, or fashioned from the start, we weave into a basket woven, less of mind and more of heart. ******* 12/4/11 Although reason reasons that its reasoning is sound, where could more lies be found? ******* 10/5/12 All creatures have zero and one in common. Zero, the complete origin. And one, the individual expression of zero. And vice versa: one, the complete origin, and zero the individual expression of one. ******* Needs Being Said 10/2/12 Can a word have a need to be spoken? Can a phrase have a desire to be heard? Is there punctuation dying for intention? Of those shy and simple utterances, we can only intimate. ******* 6/12/12 We eat the world and it becomes us mind and body. We chew on and on, breath by breath, and fatten our eyes and ears and the nose on our faces. Spirits, obese and abundant. ******* 2/23/11 It's said we look but don't see: the snow white covered fields, the bare trees, green pine, blue sky, I see not. Looking through my window at a brick wall, I see the snow covered words. ******* Don't Interruptus 1/20/13 The pitch people would pop up in the middle of your orgasm to sell you something if they could. ******* |
Observations
------------------------------- The Phenomena of the Impossible 3/13/13 The rich and powerful demonstrating in the streets. ******* Backyard Sunrise 6/17/13 The birds are singing of an arrival. Wash, the new day is coming. Breathe in the morning mist. Hold to the earth in strength and fortitude-- The backyard begins to consume this fresh day. There are clear moments upon green leaves; sparkling gems pierced by the sun. ******* 5/28/13 Nobody really wakes up until their deepest sleep. ******* Peelings 5/13/13 I just spread 336 cubic feet of skin. Peeled and dried, some seventy years old, some eighty.. This bark, returned back to the earth, is received as elder-due-homage. Years of rich experience brought home to new roots that inhale long and deep the crumpled epidermis of their ancestors. ******* Vulture Pedicure 4/23/13 He's a dirty bird. Eats the dead you know. Vile ugly thing. Makes a meal of the raunchiest; smelly and gooey all the better. How does he do it? Chemical warfare? Biological warfare? And standing in his own waste completes vulture etiquette. No, he's really a clean bird, from his shiny head to his pruned tail clean. His function is to mop up, make things tidy. Is there an equivalent pedicure, where we stand in our own mess and come out as spotless? ******* Off 6/14/12 There's a man who cut the legs off his horse. You can see the horse there on the ground rigid and staring. At first he thought of using a chainsaw, but used a fence instead. ******* All in Good Time Boulders wait patiently... Slowly in their turn they become their sons and daughters. Rocks, stones, pebbles will be their grandchildren. Dust, their final witness. Up stems they run and through boughs, on their way to becoming us. ******* |
Observations
------------------------------ A Great Waterfall 11/27/11 A morning mist, a cloud hangs low. Tiny tiny tiny bits of rain softly and silently refuse to fall filling in all the spaces between heaven and earth. If they all came together at once. ******* Could Be, Never Know 2010 All the other planets are populated by invisible beings that know one another, and understand us, and choose to remain hidden from our view. ******* The sky's broken, the sky's broken! Clouds at right angles, slivers of colors never seen before. How much water can be taken to make our things? The cycle's broken! The sky's broken! ******* When the giant lobsters returned they were beet red and very very angry. The humans thought: huge claws! drawn butter! But the giant lobsters thought otherwise. ******* 2/12/10 You could see her heart plain as day. Beautifully she shown through the glass box around her. ******* 12/18/09 The optimist said: I expect the best thing to happen all the time. Am I ever disappointed? All the time. ******* Who can argue when you say to someone: I find you disagreeable. ******* The earth convex, spills not a drop. A hand concave, drips to a stop. ******* You Won't Hear it Here 10/10/09 Poetry out of place-- the kind that shouldn't be written; the ones that don't belong, that try to crawl onto paper. Poems of old age, sickness, death. We don't like these... to think about...to read about. Those won't be found here. We're looking for something with a bit more permanence... for all time. Words that don't break down, wear out, rust. They remain dignified, meaningful. Single syllable words may try to make their way here. To lose themselves between the lines, barely pushed out by scaly cavernous lips. Or shabby thoughts from a mind grown tired, that loses the content of what can't be stomached, might heave onto this page. Old age, sickness, death; words that thinly veil images too grotesque; images for prose. ******* |