The Anti-gravity Tie

Each face dissolves at last to dust then,from graven images alone,the fabled person rises,elusive jinn of anecdotal lamps,set smoking by a reminiscing hand. Dear Grandad dwells in black and white,his tie,right angled on stiff breeze,defies staunch gravity and will,until the chemicals of capturerelease, becoming again sand. The sphinx who conjures Pharaoh’s day,with both pawsweighted byContinue reading “The Anti-gravity Tie”

A Lesson Of Autumn

Gained knowledge informs thewindow view, ordinarily pastoral. Experience sees,what a ‘mime-boundary’reveals,the transparency itself is glass,the shadowing, heavy clouds are vapour. Horizontal leavesare known to beafloat on fast moving gas. Comforts of a well-lit roomseparatefrom cascading lastleaves of the year. Thoseyellowed, browned, reddenedwitnessesend,are blown to their death,battered toward decay, by gusted howlingthatvacates thenorthad nauseum. This isContinue reading “A Lesson Of Autumn”

Netflix and Squirrels

Reflections on a Netflix documentary about David Geffen Such brilliant sun as today’s casts a shadow of one telephone pole onto and across the rooftop next door. It is a cameo of telephone pole, street light and connecting wires projected on the roof. Where pole-shadow intersects the boundary created by roof-peak, I see a squirrel.Continue reading “Netflix and Squirrels”

Stars

Sometimes,when it’s still,I sing to hear the soundand wonder ifour dusty-brownbirds do this, too. Though worksong’s ofgreat import every day,there must be time and roomfor play. In this way,I dreamthe creatures call each othersilly names at times,sole to hearthem echoed backwhen humdrum’s sunclimbs. Further, yet, my theory is:life keeps an hourdivinefor each and all toContinue reading “Stars”

Life, For God’s Sake

I had the most amazing breakfast. It wasn’t much but it impressed me. I feel the need to discuss. That humankind should find any meal an interesting subject for discussion amuses me. I know why I am amused. I see the incongruity of bothering to discuss breakfast when we have God or art or politicalContinue reading “Life, For God’s Sake”

The Boy And The Bear

(Boy, Lost in Woods, Says Bear Kept Him Company – CNN) (“I don’t want to cast aspersions on the child but I think (this) little boy had a fantasy. . .” – Chris Servheen, bear researcher at the University of Montana.) (…are you there? Mr. Bear? – Johnson/Blaney) Having livedtwo long years on his planet,andContinue reading “The Boy And The Bear”

Ducks and Rows

“Fine weather, if you’re a duck!”. That’s what I used to hear when the rain came down in buckets (ouch!) full. It is a sarcastic statement but, in a way, true. It was raining yesterday, off and on, in the manner of. I am an interested observer and noted that my neighbours had better fixContinue reading “Ducks and Rows”

Piano Lesson

Tiny vibrations crowdthe roof’s peak,slide downand splash across new-leafed trees,midpoint of the half season. In the beholder’s eye,colour is rich yet,a wet thing whoselayers are exposed,shady green under excited yellowunder washed out, delicate blue. A human, passive witness andamateur scientist,imaginary note pad in hand,tries to understand this,perhaps as sheaves ofimpossible music,wondering,“Who authored bliss?” God justContinue reading “Piano Lesson”

A Photograph of St. Aubin Street, July Twelfth, Nine-thirty P.M.

Everything the camera can see, it doesn’t showabout this ordinary street that wasn’t quieta couple hours ago.In foreground, one door hangs from a last hinge,another sprawls on the front porch floor,echoing that hearts were singedeither by love’s impromptu riotor shattered in methodical warover that smashed-to-bits radio. On the lawn’s barren husk,up against commerce’s concrete wall,withContinue reading “A Photograph of St. Aubin Street, July Twelfth, Nine-thirty P.M.”