16 Thursday Apr 2026
Posted in poems
The yarns we spin, the stories we create,
what we know filtered through what we believe.
The gossip, pronouncements, rhetoric and myths,
the endless circular talk about linear things,
the tall tales like voices in our heads -
mythological glue for the world we have made,
for all our fine and fictive ways of thought, belief and feeling,
for crafting the Truths that we unpack.
Random bits of matter and energycobbled together with dust and words,fueled by the strange alchemy of love and hate,searching for …
We might be unique,a special case on the space-time continuum.But then we could also be an ironic answer to the …
Found deep in a cave where dark and silence can seem impenetrable – my favorite metaphor for Time because it …
Down along the tracks, where perception is right or wrong-sided,the world is made of lines so thin they could be …
AgreeingReality, like ocean waves,depends on factors both deep and shallow,but mostly upon sufficient amplitude,there must be enough “there” to be …
ChaosIf I had been a sailor, stranded, night after night on the open water,with nothing between me and the emptiness …
Today was a wish for escape fromhalf-baked promises and manufactured hopes,release from the dark swan of ambition,the devices we employ …
First light, the end of sleep and dreams.As the music of the day plays in my head,I begin the usual …
Reading WittgensteinI think what he means to say is each thing speaks for itself,and can be known by its history, …
Poetry on the run 