Im sitting on the deck of a fishing boat Heading north A wanna be writer With no description. I could say That I’ve seen daylight dance like the aurora borealis Or had many tedious hours at the helm But it limits the experience. So if you’re young (or, even middling) If you can work hard … Continue reading Inside Passage
Tag: Poetry
Port
This place full of faces Do I see myself? Can I look behind your eyes And promise you good health?
Shrink
“You’re just displacing your interpersonal relationships onto the nation, as though the nation is what You perceive. The deception is far more clever.” “How do you feel about that?”
Bad Penmanship (the lost art of cursive or the letter)
Dear Grandma, I haven’t been good at keeping in touch for the past 21 years. I was a shit as a child, and never much learned to be empathetic to the needs of my family. Keeping in touch, and writing, is an art form. I never did do traditional education well. Putting punctuation proper etc. … Continue reading Bad Penmanship (the lost art of cursive or the letter)
Picturing A Past; Or, A Future Air
There was a time Right here When the creek was the loudest thing Cb radio squawking, the scanner doing its thing The jets weren’t oft A car every 30 minutes or so A trip to town, took a plan You’d walk down main Hand in hand — If you stand there In some future time … Continue reading Picturing A Past; Or, A Future Air
New Wave
I might She said to a star Solar light
Curmudgeonly
Curmudgeonly
Lifish
Work and sleep Wake up work Never question Never ask “why?” Never wonder Contentedness is a grumble and a huff “I’m sore,” as you do additional chores on the homestead Alway work Love work Work love Live the dream!
Marketing For The Oscars
Smith and Rock had beef... And pro wrestling is real I’m a cynical person Beyond belief
Random Post
Night is day again The switch has flipped But now a new story All in the script Is it new at all?