Flock. We find our way back together; birds fish, sheepish nests, wool and air Once upon a while I wasn't there. It's good to die in that sense Egos waffle, wax and wain We only need to worry about the rocks in our box, bag, wagon Keep climbing And what we see each time we…Read more Flock
Numbers Game
The calories require counting Corralling potential rogue meals Under foot and feet on scales and Pavement; pound, pound, pound 1000 calories down sealing pant size Pint sized Protection; I realized The prophylactic preservation of self-inflicted frailty No body ever goes in No body ever comes out Under Armour 60 minutes an hour a day 60…Read more Numbers Game
Scalloped Edge
The searing pan and succulent meet Crisped in a puddle of sweet creamery butter Warmed under a gentle and steady flame You knew my name Didn't have to ask for a thing This was an offering, a gift From the see, A perfect pairing with Gorgonzola Freshly ground Grinding black pepper and a gentle nibble…Read more Scalloped Edge
Palette
Prying off the boreds To fill the empty space Stripping the surface of dead wood, rusty nails Deconstructing shapes of its former function Form or function? Why can't he just have it all? The scrapped palette had been useful for carrying heavy loads had broad shoulders and big hips like a wooden workhorse Now found…Read more Palette
Night and Day
When people don't have skills to manage distressing realities they sometimes assuage discomfort through diminishing, repetitious proclamations; like commercials advertising products you don't need. It was often contradictory accusations like shut up, I can't hear you. Stop trying so hard, lazy. You need to do a little soul searching. Oh fa' gods sake,…Read more Night and Day
Writing on a Wall
Walk the burning street and live there. Unlikely alternatives forcing you to peel off sticky labels conveniently slapped where understanding wants to be. You don't know me. You don't know mine. No need for explanations. Chin up buttercup. You got this. * Resilience counts as a blessing for sure. For more poetic blessings head over…Read more Writing on a Wall
La Postal
Hi, How was your weekend? I hope it was restful. Life is so complex; I mean, it's beautiful but it doesn't exactly come with an instruction manual. There's the word and fairy tales but sometimes we find ourselves in a story gap. Yea? This morning on my run (which I had to do early before…Read more La Postal
End-titled
“We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.” ― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale There are over 7 billion people in the world. I often wonder how many…Read more End-titled
Memotaph
Illusions of safety Attributable to income, incoming Building walls or mending fences? Buying organs, identities, nests Restoration Hardware without the rest Free People Anthro-pologies, we're sorry Batteries not included Starbuck junior If you're hungry They feed you the Body You can take me to church But the poor (of spirit of commerce) are the ones who…Read more Memotaph
Rx Love
Change efforts aimed at addressing or in some cases shaming a symptom are unhelpful in restoring wholeness because they often fail to address a root cause with informed compassion and alternative skills. Clinics featuring terrifying posters of various diseases one could get from alcohol, tobacco, soda, unprotected sex or overeating are scary and sometimes threatening. Using…Read more Rx Love
Born in Providence 