Sunday, March 31, 2019

The moment before

Before a paper cut, a stubbed toe, a scalded tongue,
Life blurs.
Phones buzz.
People bump.
Dogs bark.
Horns beep.
then-OW!
Eyeing the crisp micro incision, red slowly forms.
Wincing, grimacing, mouth agape to ease oxygen straight down.
Covering mouth to shield it from more soup.

That moment suspends, bubbled above, below and around us,
Envelops us in pliable, rounded, muffled safety.

Between now and then, leaving,
That second, day, year, __,

We pause, Or don’t,
We connect, Or don’t,
We share, Or don’t,
We hear, Or don’t,
We embrace, Or don’t,
We love, Or don’t.

Let’s do
Before this moment passes

And the bubble bursts.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Day 10

"Burma-Shave" style


Breathing deeper
Thinking lesser
Leads to me-er
Then to us-er.

Medi-Tate












Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Day 5

One Flower
by Jack Kerouc

One flower
   on the cliffside
Nodding at the canyon


one-
iric flower
patches, no less on-
tic than the
granite cliffside,
funneling swirled breezes toward nodding
blossoms, plump with fragrances at-
hirst for winged rendezvous, the

symbiosis transcends their universe, the canyon






Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Day 2


Kvasir's Mead. 4th grade escapes.

After recess
Of worn-conjoined-colossal-tires,
buried-chopsticked-telephone-poles and 
pounded-rounded-darkened dirt,
We sit,
In class-now-everland.
Lights off.
Desks cleared.
Still.
Quiet.
Minds of kindling, giddy to ignite.
Again.
Daylight slinks,
Eavesdropping through closed, unblinded windows.
The gods are here.
Swarming, ancient wilds.
Monstrous things.
Birthings, warrings.
Asgard.
Earth.
Humans awe, exalt.
Hubris rewards with fresh miseries.
Love, kindness
Exalted.
Still, be wary.
Always.