Monthly Archives: May 2017

A dearth…

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…of activity, that is…

…around here…

…on this here blog.

Working on changing that.

Working on entering the world of Trying To Get Published.

So…not so many poems to share for a bit…

…but some assays into essay in the pipe…

…and the photos….always the photos…

…to maybe spruce this place up a bit.

Green things are growing.

Critters are creeping.

And beauty?

It’s there…

…if you look close….

 

Other Mother’s MonDay…

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I wrote this for my wife, the beautiful mother 
of my beautiful daughter, but I offer it up.
 
A Mother's Day poem for all the nurturers.


Mystery


This is the mother’s month, 
the month of the morning 
of the year when the earth 
begins its cycle song. 

Here is the mother’s milk
where we always knew 
it was, where we leave it 
as we found it, as it found 

our mouths without looking, 
as it gave what could only 
be given, being what could 
only be once, though it is 

again and again beginning. 
Here is the new-turned leaf, face 
to the sun, brilliant in the warmth, 
lobes spread wide to catch the day. 

Here is the heart of the wood, 
where would will only find will, 
where only heart can know 
heart, be still and still be.

Monday’s Music Box: Soundtrack for Surfing…The Cinematic Orchestra

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This is my city.

My city is a dark city.

My city sleeps in the light.

Comes alive when niceties,

formalities, moralities doze.

Murder capital. Mainstream

mainline midwest nightmare.

Only a city could have made this.

Only a city would have made this happen.

Susurrations and  permutations

in plain black and white surreal noir.

Darkness made Visible. Organic ordination

in non-ordinal imaginary numbers.

The Order of the Night.

The statistics lie and we are all spies

sleeping through our lives and

turning and turning and turning

on each other and turning

each other on

and off, on and

off, on

and

off.