Upon windblown shores Floating on the tears Of orphaned whales I find my bed Adrift Sea foam below Spinning cosmos above Dark, yet comforting The feeling of gentle repose Even given the inhospitality Under the guarding belt Of galactic arms Dust suspended in thousands of points of light Distant to the waves Beyond, truely And …
We stood on the precipice, our footsteps behind us and our path before us. On the rim of the mountain, the valley spread out before us, a magnificent tapestry of color in the early twilight. Our journey had been steeper and more arduous than we had thought; it took us far longer than we thought …
My feet stood Paired upon the floor Cool to touch Damp in fall – My eyes watched The afternoon pass Unrequited and unremarkable Time floating by – Trees in wind Sway and shake Leaves fall down Covering parked cars – My breath fogs Circles on windows My mind fogged Numbed, placid, free – The world …
My thoughts couldn’t help but return to her as the jet engines began to spool up. As the captain of this lumbering jet advanced the throttles the engines nimbly responded, increasing their thrust output and pushing us down the runway, their blades spinning, air heating and screaming out the back. For me in the comfort …
Mozi was a carpenter philosopher. Or more accurately he was, in so much that we can tell, both a carpenter and a thinker. I think that is an interesting combination of activities. One that, frankly, I quite like. I like the idea that the skills of a craftsman and a philosopher go hand in hand. …
Dust gathers on the floor Damp from the winter’s chill Crumbs too Remnants from crusty bread – I sit watching the arc Long, reaching around the world Move slowly across the floor Rotational momentum observed – The temporary glint Prismatic off the bottle Shows the liquid level Below half – Soon to be empty Save …
“Who is this?” “Phish. They are an American band, they have been together since I was a kid, fuck, maybe even older than that. My buddy’s older brother was into them. We used to listen to his tapes, if that tells you how long ago this was. I kinda lost interest and got into harder …
There are moments of your life, glorious resplendent moments when you look around and feel the flow of life running through you. Those glorious moments when your perspective seems to shift into an orbit around you. You take in every sight and smell and feeling of the room or scene. You let the moment washover …
Reality seems to slip, The mask moves Just ever so slightly The bottle cap in my fingers Hyper- and -not real – In the moments Plastic reflects light blue Giving my uncomprehending eyes A color to behold More form to the un, hyper reality – Strange how a moment can hold fast Against the immense …
The pollution hung the air thick acrid enveloping the night veiling the firmament – The floor was cold the beer was too she was away my soul lost – I imagine she lies shrouded in white sheets air conditioner buzzing beating the warm night – She’s naked under the sheet it lays lightly upon her …