Month: November 2015

One, One Thousand. Two, One Thousand.

Even among those who do not possess rhythm The counting of seconds is a meter All count, with near precision.   It is felt in how the world Bats the sun round the sky, and Back round again…. An inevitable rhythm…. Placed within parenthesis……

Selfie

Photos of me Dance among Planet Wi Fi Landing on inboxes Threads and posts Smiling at other Photos of selves Who also dance In the box The world is A costume ball ⊥ We are busy taking photos Of ourselves When we should Be…

Already In Place

I start to rub my hands together Creating heat and my fingers Wiggle into life as they Grasp tools already in place. For there is no beginning To my bones…. They stretch on through time An endless inner structure To all my creativity Standing…

Portable Junk Drawer

Regina laughs every time she shows me The contents of her purse I call the purse a portable junk drawer But, she isn’t laughing at what I say She hears me, but doesn’t Pulling two compact discs Out of her junk drawer They look…

Bite Of The Wind

Have we missed the bite of the wind? So long has the heat Steered us into beliefs….of The shortened life of trees We can see all branches Shudder with the bite Reminding us of our connection Or what is sometimes called Our lives…… with…

Someone New

You are my only someone new It’s time to move on… To only you.

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