~ The written down Word loses its verve, Artifacts served in the making. That of Before, happens no more. Once is enough for the taking. ~ For birds in the trees, no meaning to please. It’s the tricks of the […] Continue reading
~ the first full day brand new new year I sit in my car radio playing a song from a singer no one remembers as I did when I lived some other year no one is moving no one is here streets w/o people music I hear where people are missing nobody there some say […] Continue reading
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~ It froze first night of winter weather, the rain and sleet and snow; where dark of night would change to ice, from sleet, first rain then snow. ~ And when the winds all blew together the ice began to splice; and all…
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– A willow stands upon this land, an antiquated tree. How old you ask – I cannot say, but older than are we. – I met this tree when I was young a boy of maybe three. And even then it was beyond…
~ Once, a man told me the lynchings of Blacks Cannot be compared to the Nazis Extermination of a whole nation Is genocide; not so, the case of the other. The systematic, deliberate slaughter Is murder for murder, for murder’s sake. One, genocide, the […] Continue reading
The puppy of Hooville pees where he must! Two Robins are fighting for the same bush. A man walks his Bulldog, taking it home; Where there, the dog buries a well hidden bone. A lady of genteel living alone, Lives off a trust of well hidden fortune. She hires the young lad to work in […] Continue reading
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…and then she will ask me, to say something nice – there’s something, I’m certain, should surely suffice. My mind dashes back through slivers of time – To memory moments, sliced by design, and think of, ponder, give over to wander though time…
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~ It’s raining in Central Virginia. It’s grey and everything’s wet. No blue sky today in Virginia, Just water is all we will get. ~ Percussions of patter, trickles of splatter, A hundred, if thousand, rivulets. The pounding and splatter of water on…
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~ I with my camera take shots of the rocks, and ponder the labors all lost. For years upon years, this place remains here, when day after day all trickle away – The memory, a history, a place called Quarai. Once diurnal pueblo…
~ Where sometimes I sit, More often I sit, Somewhere out here in the garden. A Garden of Eden Worn down and beaten, Gone now all to seed and broken. Where sometimes a bird Will flit to the yard Researching for bits to be eaten. It riffs through the sheaths Of fallen down leaves, The […] Continue reading
Where now the hand I used to know? Lost to the present, a specter will show. It will not feel me, warm open palm; Nor shall it steel me from imminent harm. That was just so much from so long ago; Yet still I will feel it, though gone even so. Here now I sit […] Continue reading
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