Thursday, February 2, 2023

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.

Wednesday, November 4, 2020

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...

Monday, April 8, 2019

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.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Two yolks

Shared quarters
or battle
does one emerge
or two

No matter
breakfast

Sunday, February 1, 2009

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?

Sunday, January 11, 2009

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.

Friday, December 26, 2008

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