Deft fingers, light puffs of breezelift familiar pagestoward a sun’s benign interrogationwhen readers,for one moment,abandon the book,turn away to fill that cupat another faucetspout. Forever, curious eyesfind the story,someplace forward, perhapsback, it is dependenton luck or God. Meanwhile,excited light bombardstoday, dusting our shroudwith a blue under which,visible movements of leafand worm are lies,teasing that timeContinue reading “What Chapter Are You Reading?”
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The Smallish Artist
December 10 2023 Someday, I will truly understand where I belong, what I should and shouldn’t say in public and whose opinions and actions I should pay attention to. In the meantime, I just say what I like and hope I have good sense. I do care what the world thinks. Perhaps too much. IContinue reading “The Smallish Artist”
Poor Eyesight and the Heart’s Desire
Poor Eyesight and the Heart’s Desire There was a timeI dear remember,when fresh and newwere printed boldupon my private menubut I am older, nowand more mature. I learnedthere is great spoilage risk,after a long dayin the sun or two andtime,a maggot creature,chews away,as they best do,until the darkest eyelashcomes undone, itsglueproved not true. Throughmeasured, ground,high-polishedContinue reading “Poor Eyesight and the Heart’s Desire”
A Dead Spider
These lines speak of a man whowrote poems in his head all day long.For this fellow, it was ‘twenty four seven’. The poems were observations,points of view,not necessarily uniqueor new,but constant. On one occasion,a very large spider died andhung from its web forseveral days.The season of year was fall,one window was open yetand the invitingContinue reading “A Dead Spider”
Just Enough Birds
How beautiful the birds wereyesterday. Hard at the work of makingliving lookeasy,the fragile creatures flew back and forth,making a God-awful lotofnoise. The most annoying, repetitive soundswere ones having to dowith territorial rightsand love-making,those two things which I do not have. Jeez. I got up and closed the damn windowbuthow beautiful the birds were. Flashes ofContinue reading “Just Enough Birds”
Captured In Creation
Spring returnedto Thirsty Harbour onceagain this year,advanced,as it has ever been,by some fantastic gear,whose driving force,eternal,spins the whole around. Both whereabouts of motor-driveand obvious reason why,elude our observation.Iam the curious passenger,and with all, toward beginning bound.
The Guest May Never Know
Folks say that it was God,Himself, who bent the sunalong it’s track,sent the other starsand planetsfrom or to then back. A store-front preacher,whom I know,reads from a bookthat’s very old,breathes a quiet soliloquy. The ancient talesdo comfort him andI don’t flat-outdisagree, ‘causethings more strange thansomeone’s super powers,science says, must be. If Quarks with charmdon’t ringContinue reading “The Guest May Never Know”
Gaslight Gratitude
I have: Gentle birds and twitching squirrels, spare trees, winter chill, clouds, fresh air, moon over the hill.I desire: Sun to shine and a day or two extra time.
Moon Is innocent
What shines as moon isdead rock,in science theory coalescedof material cast from earthby the violence of agespast. Its surface cold,at core, like earth,the moon boils hot.That is, perhaps,why Shaman, priest and Gypsy claimthe moon has soul.It does not. The moon’s an empty mirror,round, reflective…staunch opponent to theover-heated sun’shurled invective.Between these twoare push, pull and season,jealousy,Continue reading “Moon Is innocent”
Regarding Bill C-11 in the Canadian Parliament
The Internet Streaming Act or Bill C-11 is causing a major stir amongst service providers, less so among service users. Youtube claims that the act will cause Canadian content creators to lose their audience, not increase their audience as is the stated aim of the bill. Since the Canadian content creators have larger portions ofContinue reading “Regarding Bill C-11 in the Canadian Parliament”
Robert On The Air 