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Wednesday, December 08, 2004

summer a latin quarter
dripping with pennies
sitting a late corner
the milk boils, it sighs
rises on all fires
breathing halo of joy to my eyes
the cafe closes and sitting there silently
the cat's eyes its noses.

* * *

happy birthday mutti.



Saturday, November 27, 2004

wow, the sun really brings out the dust in things,
i guess that's what inspired "that saturday mornin' shine"
and i see the opposite of that.

Saturday, November 06, 2004

kay well i'm back.
only to say

snow's back,
and i'm melting


ice a that every ear.

Saturday, September 25, 2004

god is throwing acorns at me
pelting past my head
three pavement pings as they bounce
and funnel down the driveway drains
into lonely, dark tunnels.

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

the rain is back. and we all know what that means.
means the worms is happy. and that makes the birds happy.
and when they is happy…

Thursday, August 05, 2004

what's the use of having a blog if you don't even write in it?
i have never kept a journal of any sort and regret it often.
not today though.
i am enjoying the fan.

Sunday, July 11, 2004

i am very upset that i cannot go watch The Cremaster Cycle.
a lot has transpired.
a lot has changed.

i'm sitting in feancy...
no, feancy schmancy british airways lounge in JFK.
i have been under a lot of great duress trying to
fly out of here standby since july 4th.
that is a lot of long, tiring and expensive trips to
and from the airport.
my gracious hosts made it all bearable.
even surprising me out at terminal 9 one night!
first time without a window seat in a long time.
top it off, we are delayed by over an hour.

Tuesday, May 11, 2004

the first raindrop of the year
had hoped to hit the ground
instead it graced a leaf and bounced
back up into a million and to
whet the lips of an eager season

Wednesday, May 05, 2004

one day we should all go down
and feed the barnacles
the gulls and the breeze have enough
light and spray to sing on
that the tidepools reflect their joy
through ripples and whelks
upward into a stony eye.

Saturday, May 01, 2004

at night the daffodils sleep
and the oaks keep watch
at dawn they switch
until the dandelions are ready
to take over for summer.
"look out!"
a burning opportunity.

Monday, April 12, 2004

al arbour

i nearly fell over a log
can't remember if i didn't saw it
or knew it was there
or tried to straddle or
hurdle jump it

falled on a log
in the woods
wasn't sure if the woods was slippery
this was not on the beach

i sawed a log so big
i could go underneath it
below it i could not go all the way
beneath it, however with this log
i could not
but i have with others

i walked on a log so long
i could not count all of the branches
for they were beneath it
even though some had fallen off
i couldn't count olive them

i walk on one log
so long

Sunday, April 11, 2004




nothing much to say.
just sitting, waiting,
to spend another evening at the hospital.

its that time of year, and the camas is starting
what looks to be a a strong bloom.
perhaps my favourite flower.


Sunday, March 07, 2004

i know its sounds cheesy
but there is no trick to coping
your wall or hardening shell keeps out the reality
and in the realization
that everything either makes you laugh
or it all makes you desperately sad.
as if there's a choice.

today i threw my case out the window.
as it fell it whistled and as it crashed
it crashed.

Saturday, February 07, 2004

Tuesday, February 03, 2004

on what was once snow
trickles into a torrent
waves away silence

• • •

we've festered up the wherewithal
to wheel out that which rolls
and christened the pavement
with spiny wet trails
and slick spray whip
feels good to fly down the freeway

Wednesday, January 28, 2004

i was thinking that if Burl Ives were still alive
today i'd like to produce a live recording of his
performance and call it Burl Live.
better than Burl Lives.

the voice of...

Saturday, January 17, 2004

nothing much on this end.
how about over there?
my hair is getting rather…unruly.

i do not hotlink much i know.
first because i'm too lazy.
besides i've rarely a thing to say much less to show.

i am however, listening to Loveless.

Saturday, January 03, 2004

happy new ear.

music is far easier heard than done.

my sister aksed me to define
living life to its fullest.
good question.
once one defines it,
how common is it to ascertain whether or not
one does so?