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Category Archives: poetry
when the bus hits you – January 6
1.6.2015 What do you have to bring to the table when the bus hits you or the wind drops or the bough breaks of the sails ebb what sustains you when the rest is gone. ————–
performance fatigue – January 4
1.4.2016 one more prep to write and tout one more plane to fly on out one more talk to shout about. performance fatigue. ============== a day at home without a step out to store work or office … Continue reading
diamond sparkles – January 2
1.2.2016 diamond sparkles off snow so bright I have to turn my head clarity, focus, breath tight up within the throat morning in north lands as meant to be. beautiful. =============
old wire – January 1
1.1.2016 just there, through the brush at pathside, the strands of old wire barbed, strung low, covered most now by braken and bush down by deer, elk, others, trod over by what was meant to be kept out … Continue reading
goodbye ol’ paint – December 31
12.31.2015 Where did they ride to those heroes of our dreams Hoppy, Roy, Gene and Ken Tex and Lash and Dean. We wandered off our story changed the frontier changed and gleaned We left old hope to … Continue reading
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A great quote on Writing – December 30
A great quote from Moliere on Writing. that Writing is like Prostitution: First you do it for love then for a few close friends — and then you do it for money. ———————
winding paths – December 29
12.29.2015 [winding paths] winding paths do they go anywhere worn smooth stoneways twist and turn but someone must have trod them to somewhere enroute to a horizon beyond. ————————
hyper drive – December 28
12.28.2015 they said snow would come you could hear them salivating tv weather teams in paroxysm I think we got an inch. —————
magical morning – December 26
12.26.15 magical morning step out to get the paper with dog inches of powder dusting the driveway topping the slippers that revel in the sweet cold. magical. ———————-
black night high stars – December 25
12.25.2015 black night, high stars and more floating floating above fields of smells and quiet and a young girl’s first birth that was our birth not so very long ago. ———————–