We endured adolescent tribulations, success and celebrations, in private, in public and on TV. We made love under State Street willows, in bedrooms, in cubicles, on kitchen tables, in the backseats of imported cars. We made children who are laughter. We made children who are murder. We made children who are nothing at all. Boomers, [...]
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
If I believed that in seven cosmic days the Omnipotent painted this canvas we call home, and I can think of no reason not to I would quake and tremble each time I heard yet another species passed the way of the dodo, another victim of yet another madhat hunt or developing incursion into limited [...]
A game of Focus vs Creativity haunting another waking occasion. Tempting is the Focus pill, resolute immersion, idea, goal, deadline, completion, interrupted only by frequent washing of hands. Enjoyable the other, natural, unmedicated Creativity, bouncing, fluttering thought, associative, continually dancing like sunlit patches splattered on a forest floor; laughing images, wise, silly, foolsung phrases; fragments [...]
My penis fell off in the night. it lay on the counterpane next to her night clothes, a lonely pink thought without a pen. I tried to put it back again but it was cold & burned my hands. She came home at 6PM. Indecently incomplete, I hid behind the bathroom door. She saw my [...]
The silence belongs to me, not requested, not demanded, the silence belongs to me. If I wanted to share I would. If it meant things could change and I wanted to share I would. If it mattered, meant things could change and I wanted to share, I would. It is between God and me now. [...]
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I like the bright lights, the pretty lights, the colorful lights along Main Street on the North end of town which is not that far from the South end of town. I have no time for whiners and criers and attorneys who sue to take them down, to strip our strip of bright lights, pretty [...]
Monday, February 23, 2009
Mid-lake, frozen in struggle, a flock of wild geese. One hundred lost dreams. © 2008 Chrome Poet Originally posted December 3, 2008
Friday, February 20, 2009
I do not think I dreamed this dream before, yet I find traces recorded in journals, poems and stories; in logs penned while quietly sitting; sleepy strokes of meditative hand; capturing words dictated from some strange place by a voice less material than I. In the dream, in the writing sleeps warning: Do not seek [...]
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Watching the sky at the thinnest edge of day. Two grey squirrels scurry beneath maple leaves to bury walnuts under the grass. Plumed tails fidget marking their progress above sea of leaves. Stillness consumes sound. Silence, light yet heavy, shadow and light, expands perfectly cool, intensely magic, lingering twilight. Sense of continuity paints Mind in [...]
Monday, February 16, 2009
We inherited a cat. We are not pet people. Liz thought she was until we inherited a cat. We are not pet people. It’s not that we dislike animals. Quite contrary. We love them too much. Liz spoils our inherited cat with fresh fish and organic chicken livers. Every morning I pour the cat a [...]