Monthly Archives: September 2015

She aims for where she thinks she wants to go, succeeding more than often to arrive, but sometimes it’s the journey in the know; instead of her, the process makes the drive. And she is looking backwards in that case … Continue reading →

Have I remembered everything I thought I had to do? And planned to do them well? And started doing? Or will lessons taught by time speak forcefully enough to quell the nag that’s ridden me since childhood, and override the … Continue reading →

If I were but a mediocre poet and loved an existentialist like you, I’d find the words to make the whole world know it but as it is I’m not, so which is true? Am I in you discovering my … Continue reading →

If I had died a dozen years ago, I could have taken fantasies intact with me into the earth, and never know the pain of my illusion meeting fact. I’d be remembered young by everyone who knew me long enough … Continue reading →

I would have read a newsletter today while I unwilling willed myself to work, except the train-borne wind chased it away too fast for me to follow. With a jerk of final gusting strength, the funneled gale that blew before … Continue reading →

Of all the gifts my life bestows on me Ideas I value most. Computers treasure electricity, For software is a ghost That current-craves as we require blood, As sunshine is essential for the bud, But we, elaborate, are built to … Continue reading →

The gardener removes selected growth to clear a path or sensibly enhance a section of my yard. So I with both intent and memory address the plants that grow upon the acres in my mind. These berries are too thorny … Continue reading →

Delicious is the phase our friendship’s in that’s barely gone beyond acquaintance yet. We recognize each other with a grin, attend each word or nuance, and forget there’s any other rider on the bus. Adorable is how we take a … Continue reading →