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.

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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.

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a day at home

without a step

out to store

work or office

 

such a relief.

11.11

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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.

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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

 

a quiet remnant

all the way

around

 

of what once

said ‘mine.’

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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 wasted lands

for futures

yet unseen.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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