Which page to start on? You don’t have those issues with a computer. Should we be thinking about tactile objects more? Is there a danger living too much in a virtual or as they say in food, super processed, world? So many smells, tastes, and now thoughts and images are artificial, that is to say,…… Continue reading Humanizing the demonic
Poems
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
Full Moon Dive
Scorpio Full Moon and other deep dives Well, they said the full moon and eclipse were going to be intense. What that could actually mean was unpredictable. After several years of unpredictability, I am no longer sure if I have shock fatigue or if I’m getting better at riding the wave. Dude. Last night teenagers…… Continue reading Full Moon Dive
Healing Reality
Healing Reality Nowhere in Two Places. Well, it’s out in paperback. I am working on new material. I do hear a voice in my head saying work harder. But then again I see bands cashing in on the 50th anniversary of this or that, releasing a box set of singles, with photographs, blah etc. blah.…… Continue reading Healing Reality
Time
Time “He flexes like a whore” Not sure why that particular description and Bowie lyric and song flashed into my mind, but there it is. I think the implication is that time is cleverer than you, more alluring, ultimately unknowable, and one step beyond or ahead – maybe. Thinking about the past and the future…… Continue reading Time
Seeds
Seeds. Sunday morning. Sanding down the edges until we fit. There should be a lot to say. The sun peeped out, peering through the clouds. Birds are chattering – I think it is because I see the squirrel is acrobatically dangling from the tree branch and blocking all other access to bird seed. It’s a…… Continue reading Seeds
Listening for the Silence
I slipped on black ice over two weeks ago now. It’s been alternately frightening and boring. It’s frustrating when you can’t move around. Something to remember when you see someone limping, or not fully abled. Nothing broken as it turns out, but while I am beginning to walk again, it’s clear it will be a…… Continue reading Listening for the Silence
Mistrals gagnants
Happy holidays! There – said that with the requisite amount of enthusiasm. I like the holidays. All the things it is supposed to mean – not the shopping, not the stress – but the actual joy in someone’s face when they are happy for a moment and you helped. The warmth in the face of…… Continue reading Mistrals gagnants
To the Memory of a Voice
Memorial Day. A long weekend. A tribute to those lost. I should be happy that I have a three day weekend. And I am. Though I did send a work email this morning. So many emails lately are even less useful than before. They are an exercise in skirting around any direct statement, nudging people…… Continue reading To the Memory of a Voice
True Projection
I have always loved railway stations. Trains. Even when I was scared as a child, scared of the large locomotives that loomed up over the platform, with only tiny metal steps to climb up to a puffing and heaving thing, threatening to leave at any moment, it was a fear mixed with excitement. An anxiety…… Continue reading True Projection
