Pastoral

Pastoral Winter wheat charms the field, whispering.A steady farmer turns his back,tips away from sunlight’s doings awhile,much does need repair. With complaint, but willing, still,exhausted drones turn down their clocks,hope another hour of daylight can be foundthat isn’t stolen from tomorrow. In his nest, in a tree, out front,one drowsy squirrel bothers notto brush boldContinue reading “Pastoral”

Fishy

Fishie There are funny things that happen. Funny stuff. I don’t know that the rest of the world outside my bubble will find them funny but? Today, I put on my pants and, inadvertently, included one arm of my robe. It was stuffed down my backside. As I walked away, I jumped… noticing that something,Continue reading “Fishy”

By Design, Intelligent or Otherwise

I could not sleep longer than 3am. The best I could think to do was to grab hold of Facebook and scroll away. I did so. I am weak. This is not good. The man, Mr. Zuckerberg and his company, his cheating and lying and good ‘ol college boy antics / attitude have taken usContinue reading “By Design, Intelligent or Otherwise”

(JohnPaulGeorgeandRingo)

I am enjoying refuge at Starbucks, in their clean well-lighted place, but I am not Hemingway, he was more closeted than I ever have been. I sorta feel bad for him. An honest adventurer who couldn’t consider the whole picture, a real man who didn’t understand.. but I digress. There stood a time, once, forContinue reading “(JohnPaulGeorgeandRingo)”

On ‘Daylight’ Time

April 17, 2024 On ‘Daylight’ Time I type and one word catches another’s tail as the other passes quickly,underway to Wordsend.Wordsend stands as a high cliff above,watching the place that is no place,found in every place…staring blunt into that place where all is bound.That end place is one which words may not describe.It is aContinue reading “On ‘Daylight’ Time”

March Twenty-Third

While I sat, considering,a one thousand-footer traversedtwo-thirds my far horizon.It is empty, up bound forore,and birds hang aboutagain. Can anyone saywhat is heaven,where is God, whoor what makes a miracle? From Lords and leaders,hear weexpectations of the end,some write their salutations,bendany willing earto hear the guillotine hit,as mask and wig tumbletoward the pitand disappear. IContinue reading “March Twenty-Third”

Squirrel On a Fence Post

I am that so grey squirrel,paused on a fence post. Rough dogs are busywith carrionof sorts,which gives me time fora warm ray,and twitching. Spring is not yet herebut will arrive,in time,by whatever egregious meansit must,so,too,with armageddon. I withdraw my sharpenedclaws a moment,wounding onlythis leftover and dried doughnut,from a grease-shack’s kitchen waste,found,down the street. This,is whatContinue reading “Squirrel On a Fence Post”

Enough to Deal With

We have enough to deal withdon’t we?cruel rain and cloud and knife andbullet,priest and politician.Somewhat the same istrue for wolf and bear,alwayshungry and thirsty andwalking somewhere. Fine castles built,long summer’s gathering,a saviour ark,these may give the driest tinder heartjust a moment’sflint-struckspark.We have enough to deal with,don’t we?

The Little Black Dress

The Little Black Dress Just out of reachin a shop window,discreet,one teasing design’sperfection. I am huge,her heart says,and incomplete,without the basic black dressI’m told a wardrobe needs. The deeper she studies an innocent reflection, so greater becomes her restless irritation, until she, resigned, repeats: “Is there no measure,no sort of tapeto offer kind assessmentand aContinue reading “The Little Black Dress”

That Force Which Through The Green Fuse

(January 18, 2024) Outside,puffed birds are actingcrazy today.Perhapsthey have a temporary blindnessgranted themby whichever, whomever forcecan offer kindness on the one hand as antidote for icy truthheld in another.Maybe the flappersare simple, foolish, joyful?stamping wings the way I would feetto get warm? I am glad the long grasswent to seed,the berries to dry.My ordinary procrastinationContinue reading “That Force Which Through The Green Fuse”