I Left

2010-01-27 Poetry

I cameinto a ghost town­none pre­sen­tall absent
AloneI looked aboutand left.
Word Counts — Today: 0 | Jan­u­ary: 930 | 2010: 930

Tagged as: journey, quiet, relationship, story

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After Shocks

2010-01-26 Poetry

The blaze in the night sky was gone, faded to sparkless­ness. We were not ready. We needed more of the full light, our jour­ney incom­plete, the path tor­tur­ous.
We made our sac­ri­fices. In the end, we could not per­suade and it faded com­pletely from our sky.
Many were lost on that jour­ney.
Our lead­ers over­turned and sent away by […]

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Half-Baked

2010-01-25 Poetry

Through eyes and ears it all falls in
There to stor­age in mat­ter gray.
How long it rests there,
How the soup is made,

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A Wonder, Full Blue

2010-01-24 Poetry

On these days, when the sun is out yet the clouds are too, when the air is cool, and the sun is descend­ing toward the point of equinox, while climb­ing toward, or from, mid­day, on these days, at this time, the sound is a won­der­ful blue.

Tagged as: nature

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Seal of Drivel

2010-01-23 Meta

Today, despite the rel­a­tive quiet here, I give myself and this blog, the use­less dri­vel seal of approval.

Tagged as: humor

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Silence (or Useless Noise)

2010-01-12 Commentary

A reflec­tion upon writing.

Tagged as: thought, writers' block, writing

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Breathe

2010-01-12 Poetry

In, I breathe my breath,
Not for me, but for another.
Too young to have learned yet how,
Or old enough to have forgotten,

To find peace in this small act.

Tagged as: breath, breathe, peace

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Why I Can’t Wait Until Tomorrow

2010-01-10 Poetry

At my age
most the women
the ani­mal mind finds
are too young
for more than
an hour or so
of brief adventure.

At my age

Tagged as: age, anticipation, experience, relationship, tomorrow, wisdom

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Hide and Seek

2010-01-10 Poetry

For a time,
I was the seeker. Then,
For a moment,
I was the finder. Now,
I have become the hider,
So you may have your turn as seeker.

Tagged as: existence, identity

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Waking Days

2010-01-09 Poetry

Sun­shine,
hav­ing returned to this land,
of gray days in win­ter,
the com­mu­nity wakes up,
and greets itself,
on the streets,
and in the shops.

Tagged as: community, spring

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Endings, Beginnings, and the Space Between Them

2010-01-09 Reflection

I used to be a pro­fes­sional at float­ing in the ambi­gu­ity, the phase space; I was the a very happy cat inside an unopened Schrödinger’s box. Change was the stan­dard from early in my life, as a tod­dler, a young child, a teen, a young adult, early mid­dle age, in all these all was change. It is what I knew and all I knew.

Tagged as: change

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Point of View

2010-01-09 Reflection

Stand­ing here, with this field of view, life is a plain, over which I walk.

Tagged as: cycles, life

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The Wind

2010-01-09 Reflection

The wind. We feel even the soft­est breeze. Yet, we only really hear the greater winds, those that move the world around us, that soft rustling response or the great cacoph­o­nous din. Then, at its great­est force, the wind is silent again, the sound it makes our world cre­ate too great for our wee ears to hear.

Tagged as: sound, wind

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In Time

2010-01-08 Prose

The day began like all the oth­ers had. Still, these days were dif­fer­ent. Laura worked at devel­op­ing a new habit. The effort great, she dressed for an autumn’s morn­ing and went out to run. With iPod beat­ing to each step, she pushed on through another day. Laura felt a new pain in each day too and ran on despite that know­ing this pain would trans­form the other, in time.

Tagged as: 69er, flash, story

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A Kiss

2010-01-08 Prose

She said, “Don’t touch that.”

“What? I said. I had no idea what she thought I might touch.

“The box on the table.” She said. She was in the front room still. I sup­pose she had heard me come in.

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We Wither Too

2010-01-08 Poetry

Yel­low pale, with the strug­gle of autumn’s age
While white berries sur­round a sick­ened brown
We too can wither
With light absent
Win­ter draw­ing near

Tagged as: autumn

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The Stone of the Sword

2010-01-08 Prose

“Every­one is always talk­ing about the sword. That arro­gant prick. Or they talk about the king. Ha! Both of them are gone now. I’m still here though. I’m still doing what stones are meant to do.
“Sure I’m a bit more worn than I was then. Wear­ing away, bit by bit, that’s a big part of being a stone.
“You […]

Tagged as: dialogue, humor

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Riddle

2010-01-08 Poetry

We live in it.We play in it.Our food grows in it.We do not under­stand it.We may have been charged with its care.But we do not under­stand what that means.We name it.We use it.We abuse it.We change it.It changes us.We watch it lap against the lake shore.We watch it roar against the sea side rock.We watch […]

Tagged as: nature

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Storage

2010-01-06 Poetry

With­er­ing in autumn full
Each one takes what it can
From vast abun­dance
To store away from this time now
Toward that time when

Tagged as: autumn, time

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Part Gone

2010-01-06 Poetry

Brown wooded stem with dual branches
And small blue, pur­ple berries in clus­ter.
These, part gone to autumn’s age.

Tagged as: autumn, nature

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