The light and carefree days Are visited upon frequently enough But all too often, I’m up against it, The wall Looming over The dark hiding the shadows Always on the horizon line. I’m up against it. This day I live Is a declaration Of my existence The inscrutable Deep divinity. I fear not I worry … Read more Up Against It
Call me up in memory, Whenever you want to feel What remains of the days, When we were the people we used to be. Maybe I will see you there, In the foggy dawn between dreams and waking. When the now gets quiet, And reality expands beyond the material world. Allowing us to connect in … Read more The Memory
I’ve indulged in hippie dreams, Swirling like smoke in cedar groves. Those back roads of my mind. The dreams my upbringing promised me. This is the first day of the regular deer hunting season. This means more traffic on the road past our house. The paved road ends not many miles past our place. Normally … Read more Poetry and Squirrel Stew
I have been defiant. Shaking off my conditioned shell. Stripped bare to my bones. Where I became no one, No one but myself.
Sometimes existence is overwhelming. It helps to find particular coping mechanisms. You can’t depend on the biochemical conglomeration of goo squishing about in your skull to know what to do in all situations. Heart. Gut. Soul. These are sources of input that should not be overlooked.
Here I find myself Cast into this dimension. Or is it dementia? I digress, Here I was…. I am here Like it. Or Not. In a swirling whirly dirl Of input. Input. Input. Input. Input. The Great Feed. Impaired with innocence. It overwhelms my soul. Pulls me away from myself. I’m cast into the sea … Read more The Feed
Buzzard ladies, I salute you. You are the topic of the hour, The fodder of gossips, And the inspiration for a thousand questions. You don’t seek the spotlight, but claim it all the same. Hermits of the hills, I admire you. The audacity to not need us, Your solidarity of one, The tenacity to shirk … Read more Buzzard Ladies
