Protesting, Week 11 – or the Delusions of Thinking You Know Where You Are Another week. The Saturday protest always seems to close out the prior week, but I’m writing this today, on Monday, a holiday, Memorial Day. Am I wrong, or does it seem that there are more exhortations to remember wars and soldiers, … Continue reading Protesting, Week 11 – or the Delusions of Thinking You Know Where You Are
I stand between storm and side Darkness deep blue Light grey white paint brush strokes the waves. The light, pours For it is not sun, it is from the echoes of reflection Place a seagull in the spotlight. Edith Piaf smiles from above. Little birds recognize each other and then It is a memory. Jane … Continue reading Darkness Deep Blue
Spring seems a good time to write poetry. Actually, so does winter. We will see what happens in summer. So Slow I forget. A lot. Thé sponge goes round the dish. The list of emails seems So Fascinating. Warned, I was, not to do things So Quickly. I studied the others. Those who read the … Continue reading Poems
