Sorry the line was blue you said you’re sorry. You think that way and it makes me sorry too.
Automotive At first there was freedom the speed and the wheel coasting along giving thrill after thrill. Now it owns me with its payments and gas and I cannot stand it or it’s brothers I pass. Bicycle At first it was work driving the chain I felt no speed at all I pedaled in vain […]
Michigan The hills roll gently filled with sand piled by years of time and wind. The forests rustle all the time life erupts from the ground the cool air blows the soft smell of freshwater. The rocks are gentle, full of green veins. Life is young here and so am I.
It’s been a while since I posted anything substantial. I’ve been very good about the poetry everyday, but those are swift and take little thought. I thought about posting things I’m working on, which I still might, but I don’t want to get into too much detail. I have started roughs for two short stories, […]
From Poetic Asides. Work It wraps it’s leash around your neck with colors and stripes and pictures of guitars and little specks that you can’t tell if they’re snails. Who wears snails? And your collar is down and your shoes are shined You’ve cast aside your freedom you have to keep in line with their […]
From Poetic Asides. Today LeeBee had us write poem inspired by a painting. I’m not too big on this type of thing, but it’s important to do it. So I did. The painting is here. Piazza In the distance it rose Far from me as I approached through desolate buildings where no one stood to […]
Ramble On The tv is on I am exhausted. The swim was long, how is my front crawl? It’s not good. But I’m good at dolphin kick. Dolphins. They sex it up out there, teasing the whales. The whales battle squids. There was a show about that On Discovery Channel.
Today The day burns on. The lawn is mowed, the milk is bought, the chicken fried, the cookies baked, the dog is washed. The beans were ground, The floor was mopped. We went, we went, We go go go. And we sit. Finally. Together.
From Poetic Asides. Worry As if there’s not enough to worry about. Sperm whales attacked by squids, the money won’t come, the bills are due, super volcanoes in the west. Can I focus? Can I print it? Will it read? Will it live? Live to worry. Worry to live. Life is a worry.
From Poetic Asides. A tribute poem. Senseis Life was much simpler Way back in the day. You knew good from evil If good, you would say “I don’t want to hurt you. But again, I just may.” Life was simpler. Dark Knights and Blue Boy Scouts taught me my Tao, They didn’t want to solve […]