Aug26

Winning. Think: Donald Trump, Charlie Sheen, Shia LaBeouf! What do you see? Nature’s winners? Born losers? Each man deserving of what they may eventually get – a jackel’s bullet. Two actors, one liar, three characters, each smelling of their own story, with eyes wide as they disappear over the precipice into the pumping darkness, denial…

Morning Haiku – 45

Lustred star dwindles, Tarnished by time and fatigue, Each point sadly blunt.

Aug25

Dream Sailor. Hearing a distant chime of laughter trickle over summer evenings drifts me into serenity. Takes me somewhere. There’s the gentle wind negotiating trees and an amorous pair of wood pigeons preen one another. The garden is littered with my daughter’s toys and I’m left nursing a rapidly warming beer. There are clouds now,…

Aug24

Dry talking habits. It’s an art form – contrition. We went slow dancing in the dark once: a soldier, a poet, a king. Did you care? Everything stayed. When did it get so normal? My lines feel it all around – Darling! Destroy it! I wrote twenty-one letters, got in my car, and that ghost…

Aug23

The Noon Prayer. Layered morning gone, all gone regarding the field beyond the window. The grass leaves twist and bow, a grand procession holding flashing white candles across the liquid field, incited by the wind. And the layers lay over and over… Hear the whisper of the wind over the field? It transcends and to…

Aug22

Blacksmith Bard. first, the smelting: create some metal with your words, chuck in some carbon dust and a bit of iron will and then mix it in a crucible of creation. forging metaphorical steel. next, the smithing: hammer out the shape, the form, beat and fold in the imagery, flatten and turn and flatten, quench…