Birds
January 17, 2024
I love the idea of talking to birds on the bench at noon with my sack lunch and newspaper beside me. It wouldn’t be the most impractical thing I did today, talking to birds, but it would be up there. It’s early, so who knows. After the birds I have to get...
The time you were born
January 16, 2021
Bell-rung drunk you dread the morning. The truck that collects bottles in the lot out your window is always on time again.The bathroom light casts halos on various proceedings, providing a sudden let’s-see-what's-happening-here momentum. Is this a blurred effigy or vision? You reach and paw at shadows, tenderly confused. [Read previous non sequitur]...
About being human
January 15, 2021
About the small lines of your mouth and feet, your eyes eyeing the far side of the lighthouse where we carry our poor ideas of burial scrap. We say goodbye, farewell, not knowing the river's end. How un-adjusted we are at inopportune times, even when every organ has a brain, our bodies these singsongs of minds. ...
What blue against the shades means
January 15, 2021
Means the sun will soon light the room you’re in and yet you swear it gets no lighter out. You miss it. And that clock again, and rumpled sheets and pillow girth. You feel your feet then feel them move, then feel your feet feel the carpet. Sleep things off or don't, lift...
Around the far side of the lighthouse
January 14, 2021
We carry poor ideas of burial floats, scrap mostly and say goodbye with 'farewell' without knowing where the river ends. I’m sorry, but hands are useless. We can rest awhile among the wild ferns of Halfmoon Island. It gets light out there eventually, but can take a few hours. Jesus walked this...