Tag: life

  • The Day the Earth Stood Still

    The Day the Earth Stood Still

    If you are visually or cognitively allergic to my more esoteric/abstract writing skip over this piece, take two aspirin but don’t call me in the morning.  From the pristine air I’m finally breathing at the cottage the movie, “The Day the Earth Stood Still” emerged from the fog inside my mind I carried along on […]

  • Every Step of the Way

    Life is a drama every step of the way! Intensely fought battles for                                                                    roles, ideals, conceptions, perceptions Aberrations and            […]

  • The Web of Time

    We are a travelers moving along a web of time within a mist we call life. We see with light given from somewhere, outside, within, in-between, seldom seen at best, reflected. We make decisions; where to go, how to get there, what to think and feel; assuming truths, affirming movement we’re not sure of, through space most […]

  • The Crane Continues IV

    The Verdict  continued ….. I hate them for saying that.  Who are they to decide whether another living thing should live or die?   They look at each other then back at me.  Without saying a word I know the verdict.  I look at the crane, its head feathers tousled by an on shore breeze […]

  • The Tragedy: Lost Tapes

    The Tragedy III The Lost Tapes Seems obvious but important to note that, looking back I can say with great surety, kids don’t want change.  They want to stay as far away from change as possible.  They want to do what they are doing and they think they can do it forever because they don’t realize […]

  • Trail’s End: The Great Beginning

    Trail’s End: The Great Beginning

    Hear words spoken softly whispering kindly seeking solitude shelter from the storm. … See withering roses planted the sky above paying tribute, fresh water flowing through breezes in the dark to places unknown on paths never taken. … The never ending search for trail’s end. … The great beginning.

  • When I Was Born

    When I Was Born

    That summer hot and sultry mid month mid year mid way past midnight bright lights shining blinding hands grasping fingers smashing through the air i did not really care it was not my problem i was their’s for the taking …!! i heard the pain that wasn’t mine explode into my space, the air, the […]

  • Three Musets

    Three Musets

    Three Quarter Seasons spring time trees grow green leaves new life bright sun great days to swim much fun ! snow days light wings falling skies gray Winter’s Warmth great lake frozen water skating fire warm skaters gathered popcorn! days end hands held walking best friends Trout Stream Camp cool stream flowing gently light dreams […]

  • Life


    We Live but ….               a beautiful moment … ks

  • Run Silent Run Deep

    Run Silent Run Deep

    Run Silent Run Deep On waves of hope riding, rising most often crashing smartly smashing wedded myths exploding stars somber chords playing rifts; driving cool rhythms, run silent … run deep … Fractured contagion relegated songs of incantation learning deeds and conflagrations emerging, reaching calmly waiting … total seclusion Other modes of teaching: suffocating group […]

  • Voyage


    My tasks complete i rose before the early dawn, gave one last listen to the great lake and the wrangling sound of ten thousand migrating geese and mallard ducks closed my eyes and breathed the last purest air i’d breathe for months to come, turned away from the tree i’d lived within and walked away […]

  • Sleep/Dream/Night/Birth/Reason/Season


    Sleep is the microcosm of hibernation is the microcosm of death a another voyage through the world of dreams a chance for rebirth every night with every season … every season every life, another birth …

  • A Time For Sleeping

    Saturday was a cold, gray day. I lit the fireplace for a quick warm up … Before leaving the warmth of the cottage I wrote a little more, donned my hoody and coat turned off the gas grabbed my camera and entered the cold but beautifully pure refreshing air … I walked … … I […]

  • Full Moon

    Full Moon Rising Pale yellow moon Above the horizon Full Moon Risen

  • Channeled Thought

    I channel my work by sublime hide and seek/black and white or color images, sparking in the dark, the deep, the green of a different reality, below the surface of reason, one of those parallel things, another person who is the ‘’me’’ behind the veils, a shadow evident/at times. I wonder if I appear as such […]

  • Life Is A Mirage

    … But!  I have the words so why shouldn’t I use them while I still have the time?!.. That said. You’d think I’d consider the sensibility of the subject totally incoincidental of its meaning don’t you?   But, I don’t. I was after all, “laced up in the shoes of indistinct possibilities wading over a river […]

  • Journey Home

        At the end of the road I turned and faced the wind. Flying dirt or bits of snow piled about in patches stung my face.  Small sticks, newspapers tumbled past. What few leaves left over from Fall were being plucked and sent flying over empty farmers’ fields like dark butterflys speeding along at breakneck […]

  • Fall: Trees of Life Remembered: AND Don’t Fix It If It Ain’t Broke! A Lesson From A Know It All …

    Hello every body; Friends. Likers.  (OK, bikers too) First and Last time readers and all good people who read my poems and stories especially the people I see all the time who I feel I have a unique kinship with.  It seems that they like my work almost as much as I do and I […]

  • Outdoors Always Works For Me

      Outdoors always works for me. Lake gazing lost in time thoughts grow still cease to ‘gzist. Spellbound movement roiling calm trees and wind at play taking weight away from heavy snow.   Blowing fallen colors taking broken limbs willing partners grateful lovers always playing.   Northern breezes bring winter winds and storms/snow that swarms […]

  • Echoes

    Echoes I wish that I could live forever … in this north country where giant pines and oak trees give their leaves and needles … for the pleasure of my rake … where … the never ending blend of sand, sky and great lake water … sooth the gray tides of my mind … where […]

  • Steel Wedges/Smoke and Distant Thunder

    After a lifetime a grown man attempts to discover the secret behind his his creativity and problem solving abilities.   Were in large part because of the challenges his father put before him when he was a boy.    Riding the winds of change, through smoke and distant thunder the man returns  through the light of […]

  • The Light Within

    I fixate on time constantly when i hear or see the wail of a diesels horn or smell fresh mown grass or look out at the lake i hear the sound and i’m transported to the stored light of another time each magnifying the other more deeply every time. We build our lives on the memories […]

  • ‘Yo

    ‘Yo pard  don’t be so hard on yourself! To create is simply to remake …

  • Once And For All

    We give our lives a value, each individual core, we need to know our value.  Are we rich or poor? The numbers always lie we think/they always add up wrong/unknowns we never see/the tools we use to navigate/the golden path/a figure eight flowing endlessly. But time is of the essence! We only live so long. The more less time we spend thinking about more time, […]

  • Life Laid Fallow: The Fruit of Time Discovered

    Songs of life gone by emerge to present form from fallow fields of time. Forgotten fragments born of rolling marble colors brightly seen; Once familiar faces, stored emotions wash over with unexpected intensity. Perplexed we ask; How could dreams of such remembered splendor pass by unseen? Love’s first kiss with warm compelling force, passion born anew, the scent […]

  • Night Of Pain

    Night of Pain Watching from outside the tap and spill/lights that bring/dawn to tell/early nightime/what is real. Night birds railing ‘gainst the falling sky/take flight from blue to lesser light/into deeper shades /to black of darkest night. With full moon rising not in sight comes, night of pain.

  • Arcane Thinking

    Unable to bring final thoughts to fruition/unable to finish the thoughts that I had started/the words lack something I can’t find/that is lost inside my mind. Two rivers of thought at the place I am/at the same time the world I’m seeing/none of them arcane to where I am going or from where I came …

  • Fragmented Moon

    It’s hard to look at the moon these days. On darkest nights it appears as a haze. I turn away when it’s over my shoulder/first quarter full/afraid to look back/fearful of what I’ll see. I missed the half moon completely this month. No reason to celebrate atomic moon either!/I think it was shrouded. The last new […]

  • Mysteriosity

    Flowing sand defines the hourglass as Time draws the hour. Grains of sand – moments – flow inexorably toward darkness or the light of renewal into the mysteriosity of dark matter that fills the space we see as nothing …

  • You’re Crazy, She Said …

    I thought I’d been making some headway patching things up with M. and JC.  But upon arrival they seemed stand offish.  I thought maybe things had taken a turn for the worse. So, I kept my distance out of respect for their feelings. Maybe the change in attitude had something to do with a conversation I had with JC […]

  • Two F’er

    – Two – I was flying sideways in my car along streets full of passers by looking for tomorrow and a day that will never come. … Past fields of wheat and flax I drove past lines and furrows along roads well traveled where spiral masses lie in wait for early spring past the mystery of […]

  • Endlessly

    We give our lives a value.  Are we rich or poor? The numbers often lie/we think they never do. Too many unknowns that we’ll never see The tools we use to navigate the Golden Path A figure 8 flowing endlessly …

  • Elizabethan Songs

    In the village of the offspring/they kept true what they believed/they kept their secrets to themselves.   Each stem and root among them grew/the tallest oaks and elms/and there were many! living there as well/foxes/and hens/deer and rabbit/ pheasants, starlings, doves.   The dove! Beautiful light of angelic heart.   It’s the dove’s first song/that leads […]

  • Kathy and Derek: The Possibility of Road Rage

    Suddenly I realized I was alone standing in the middle of the left lane, the Mustang running with the door open. I knew that the drivers behind Kathy and Derek were oblivious of the circumstances anxious to move past the Stop sign to continue along their well worn paths.   Like …  even if they […]

  • The Kathy and Derek Chronicle: Part II

    While Scooter Guy … tanned and shirtless wearing Bermuda shorts and sandals, around 75 years old … struggled to escape from beneath his scooter I took a moment to weigh my options; would Scooter Guy’s male ego assert itself with resentment if I attempted to help him get up? When I stared down into Scooter […]

  • The Kathy and Derek Chronicle Part I: It Was So Much Fun the First Time, Why Not?

    I hadn’t seen Kathy and Derek for a long time. I like them because they are the kind of people who like me,  think ”stupid is funny.” In other words, they don’t mind letting … or even making … everyday experiences become ridiculous.  Life can be pretty entertaining when stupid stuff happens all the time. This story is […]

  • Be Forworned! Urine Mixed With Chlorine Is An Explosive Mixture! (did I spell that right?)

    Hello! Hi! It’s me! I’m urinating in the pool right now.  They say it keeps you from getting athlete’s feet.  BUT, used with chlorine it can be explosive! So, I gotta be really careful! I don’t know the difference yet but I’m studying really hard.  Ummmmmm … Wull … back during football the coach would draw a […]

  • Without Love

    … we make our way across the frozen tundra of our hopeful desires/ unaware that beauty rests just below the surface of our painful hearts/ a streak of light unseen/ nestled within each throb of hurt/the light of hope/ the knowledge that Love exists only/ were it not for the pain that comes with it. […]

  • If Only I Could Find My Way Home

    When life’s good/It is so grand/angels in sand/fresh breezes ’round my head/moon lit nights and sunny days/ to show the way. When it’s bad it’s a nightmare of mistakes and do-overs. I should know I’ve made enough of them! Determined to tell myself/I’m a better man/I keep making different plans/while the end of that road/keeps […]

  • Toknow

    … To know the how and why and when of it all .. The distinct impression that when something was seen/it held you speechless for the longest time/you couldn’t look away/you couldn’t get enough/you wanted more and more/the mystique was there/but you couldn’t put a name to it/you were so young/you didn’t have the words/emotion drove […]

  • The Case of the Missing Furniture

    Chapter I Thursday morning I think I awoke from what I thought was a dream/doors banging shut echoed throughout the house/the four walls devoid of shadows looked strange and naked; the outlets seemed bored without their plugs. I knocked on every door and looked inside. Nothing! Was it a dream?   Chapter 2 I drank my coffee on the […]

  • I Always Made Strides …

     I made strides.  I always made strides. Three strides forward, two back, sometimes four. Life was a bitch but I didn’t always care.  “We all feel that way don’t we?” I started to learn and my mind became stronger than fear and depression. I learned how to escape the darkness that chose me.  I turned away from […]

  • Crossroad: The Goddess Olympia

    Mount Olympus The Goddess Olympia Among the gods was the goddess Olympia.   A mountain of a woman,  soft hearted yet steadfast.  Determined to feed and nurture all who entered her domain.    She gave all she had to others until one day in the white heat of summer her heart burst and she died after losing her brother to his sad life un-lived.   Her brother? He rode […]

  • Gods of Timbre and Wood

    continued … While there I met several Greek Gods …    There was the God of  Recollection and Mirth who told stories vivid with color and emotion peppered with surprise and wide eyed expressions one minute, howling with laughter the next or speaking softly so as not to disturb the imaginary characters living within the world of his recollections and dreams.  His words, the timbre of his voice, the ever changing forms […]

  • Crossroad South Between the Chalks

    like an adventurer from another land might feel at first encounter with blues music captivated by its power but unknowing of its history or intent … continued I spent my days working between the giant chalks that held the 70 foot shrimp boats above ground. We hauled them from the water with thick cables over railroad track below the shoreline  where we gave maintenance to their hulls; scraping […]

  • Crossroad South the Greek Island

    When I passed into the flat land of Florida, where I saw palm trees and abundant sunshine … so strangely different than what I had lived with all my life I thought, “… maybe my life will take on a different look, just as these trees and the white hot sun of this new land … .”  continued … I made my way further south to the coast where […]

  • Crossroad Further South

    … i ran away into a night of bitter cold determined to hitch 1,200 miles away from that cold winter bitch to another place where maybe I’d find the warm nurturing wind I felt before the roadblock I encountered at the crossroad … I didn’t know if i could leave my frustration and rage behind but it didn’t matter.  All that mattered was that […]

  • Crossroad Journey South

    I had arrived at the first crossroad of my life where my dreams of the straight and narrow were instantly transformed like some strange algorithm; the plus signs suddenly replaced by unknowns continued …  The Journey South After the crossroad I became a half assed ‘’grad’’.  I lived in the haze between night and day with blues and jazz music in […]

  • Crane’s End …

    continued …  The explosion almost knocked me off the bench. At the precise moment the explosion rocked me i saw one of the most amazing things i had ever seen in my life …  The only way to describe it .. the bird disappeared! One moment it stood with its feathers ruffled, the next it […]

  • The Cottage/The Crane/Her Mouth Dropped Open

    continued … I heard passing cars, horns honk,  people making stupid comments or asking questions.  I stayed focused on the black top moving toward the cottage.  I lowered the big crane onto the sand in the open field, facing the cottage.  The instant its feet touched the ground its head dropped into the S position. Before running around […]