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”

You Cannot Say Hoar Frost Anymore

Spring returnsto Thirsty Harbour,whose thawing windows reveal slowjust how fast a once-trickle streamflows, constant now,without promise or flavour. Mudded brown,many mixed and broken thingsswirl downas watch then we old news,the morning, the night,each lighted bright and piled onthe noon. Someone pulled a golden handlemarked ‘flush’and our glorious daysby manufactured magic rushto disappear.Who knows when itContinue reading “You Cannot Say Hoar Frost Anymore”

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”

Pussy Cats, Candy Crush and Angry Birds

Have you noticed, I have, that politics are poison? A poison made more deadly by the delivery device? Yeah? Why? I think I know why and I think I know a lot of other illusory stuff, too. I am pretty smart. I am smart like a TV or a phone. Today, everyone has an opinionContinue reading “Pussy Cats, Candy Crush and Angry Birds”

Ai yi yi

whupsadaisy, uhoh, yikes. I am back at the ranch for a new round of working the crowd (of exactly none-body) with my antic posts. I tried Facebook a while, looking for a better connection to people but it din’ work out. I keep making silly remarks and otherwise posting thoughts that folks misunderstand. My familyContinue reading “Ai yi yi”

January 5, 2021

This is the day that finally determines an outcome of the U.S. presidential election from November of 2020. The two Senate seats from Georgia will likely be resolved now, at the end of a bitter, bitter, crazy, unthinkable year of theats, insults, and violence strewn across the political and urban American landscape. Wow. I haveContinue reading “January 5, 2021”