The aching blue mountain sky rips out my heart and wraps me in a cold cocoon of despair that cleanses the palate of platitudes and uncomfortably warm enclosed spaces because I loved you and I left you. I left you in the orange sunset of a fall Sunday when your pain hard as plaque in … Continue reading Transcendant.
The veneer of adulthood wears thin after a few decades. There's a pause that sounds like a hiccup in the middle of a weather forecast. It resets thoughts. It rearranges beliefs. Maybe it's overwhelming, contemplating the vastness of life and realizing that my significance has no more weight than the dot at the end of … Continue reading I’ve been outside myself
Writing is easy--when you're not doing any Ideas come out of nowhere like hitchhikers that materialize on a shimmering highway, trudging along, waiting to be transported to new places I pass them by because hey, I'm going somewhere, but I'll swing back by in a couple of hours. Damn. Gone, the whole lot of them. … Continue reading Getting on the stick
Where is the middle ground between my loving altogether in the whole sense and walking an ascetic life? It's no accident gurus and crones are long in the tooth It takes decades to learn anything in this life Anything that is worth a damn, anyway Those of us who claim to be forever youthful and … Continue reading Whistle through the day
If I were to tell you that my heart was putty in your hands would you mold it to fit yours? Or would you mash it flat, pound it into the table drop it on the ground to pick up all the detritus you walked through before? If I were to tell you that I … Continue reading Touch the fire
Perhaps, spring is coming after all. Today feels like a ood day. It's pretty cold, and my agenda has two items: grocery store, haircut. But something, something indefinable is in the air. I like it, whatever 'it' is. I think that Jane might feel it, too. I asked her if she wanted to go to … Continue reading Thursday musing
I swear, technology is going to drive me to drink . . . heh, heh. I have spent three hours trying to find this site on WordPress so that I could post some innocuous shit, possibly something about hearts and flowers. It was going to be good, so good, that I would immediately gain thousands of followers … Continue reading I’m a dingbat, and it’s Monday
The general public is stupid. Crazy stupid. "Were you raised by goats??" stupid. Not just "Dang, I locked my keys in the car" stupid. Not just "Crap, I put the case of beer on top of the eggs" stupid. I mean "Let me put a starving wolverine down my pants just to watch it run … Continue reading Why can’t stupidity be painful?
This depression spreads more like a slough or a valley of barren dusty bowls of tinny wind chimes and wind that whistles through a crevice or two in trusting minds that all will be fine if one just keeps on through just one more day and one more night Really? Another day of this muddy … Continue reading Bowls of dust and sunset
In between here and there lies a place of quiet a place of no longer yearning for others' attention or affection or respect It's a place fully alive to absolutely everything in the universe that exists to know the mysterious workings of things It does not love or hate or boast of arrogance nor bow … Continue reading Quiet spaces