Words

 I had forgotten this repository, where words evaporate as they will. To whom do we speak? Who hears, and what? Serial stream from whatever ocean we might be, flows into the ocean of another or others, splits, conscious interpretation, inner resonance, synthesis, pruning, the surussus of the wind. It all evaporates.

So to speak to the void. No audience, nor the corruption of soul that travels with it. It is odd, in a world proceeding to doom, to hope for some good. This in the context of an election, with no hope of taking down corporations, speculators, mobsters, enslavers. Voted for the lesser evil, fuck that. 

Still, the day goes onward...

Reemergence

It was somehow easier to find time and motivation to commit words to anything but the atmosphere prior to retiring. Since April of 2015, energy previously directed to writing has managed to redirect to outdoor physical activity wherever and whenever possible.

This winter some combination of cold weather and snow and perhaps sloth has sparked a reemergence of desire and time to scribble and to save.

Two yolks

Shared quarters

or battle

does one emerge

or two

No matter

breakfast

Five years

It takes a maple tree

five years to die

after it has been girdled

Some

equate this

with cruelty

Where is the line

respect for life

or does it not exist?

I do not wish to know...

...whether your email or photo came from your mobile device. Such labeling is frivolous and annoying.

That is all.

Hudson December

Sanko Phoenix
bound for Albany
breaking quarter wave at the six foot shelf
(muted by floe still follows)

Would not think that a bulk carrier
could sneak up but
she's there exhaust shimmer from stack aft
soundless
but for thrum in gut