Month: August 2017

Thank you Mary Jane I’m so glad you and your sisters Maria and Juanita came by. Certainly Mario and Juan are happy to see buds like you and Maria and Juanita who were so lovely in their green flowers.

The blog needs a poem. Where’s Jackson? Get those words, stack them over here. You there! Arrange these words so that they mean something. The college is coming. Here, tack them on the wall. Rhyme something, fool but don’t let them catch you being sentimental. The flowers wait: The blog needs a poem, read those … Read more…

You just happen to be a rock that moves, You are a rock, Tigger that became a cat for awhile, Sugar Plum, and you are owned by this mouse in a cave, Pookey Bear and there will be no trace of you; you will be vapor, water vapor, and I can say you will flow … Read more…

it’s all absurd most of my choices were absurd also….. choice of profession…. school…. job…. life, mostly wrong choices or right choices….. it’s all absurd… the religious cracks are crazy. The scientists are crazy… no wisdom is even possible…. existence isn’t even existential? It’s made up of the same crazy wacko absurd choices. A dinosaur … Read more…

To Be Poem To Be, having not been for so very long. How long? How long? As long as the universe and as wide as her eyes in this silly sad world; and she looks at the same moon as I and she moves her toes in the dirt connected to the dirt under me. … Read more…

It is because the wind had nothing to say and the spaces between the words were quiet for too long and he wondered if an old man could have anything to say that the world wasn’t dew on roses that life isn’t the edge of the razor or the razor itself that the universe could … Read more…

It’s good to be back back in the fold, in the fold, the sheep listen for the wolf and stay in the flock hoping to stay safe as we all are, as is the wolf in the night creeping along like me like the bee said the tree like the dog said the log as … Read more…