22 Wednesday Apr 2026
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Peonies jitterbug in rhythm with the wind.
Mondo grasses slam dance in their shaggy mohawks.
I waltz out the door and into the jazzy air.
Chilled sharp-edged light gilds the morning.
Miles to go with my awkward step before the music stops.
In the activity beneath the surface,below the conscious permission I give to thought,that is where I find the poetry, such …
Questions of Love …Is it in the genes? A behavior determined in our DNA?If it is wouldn’t we be better …
with a head full of cells and electricity,working hard to conjure some magic.Clouds reflect a gray light that coats rather …
Jangling along once again, shoes on my feet, words in my head,anthropology book in my earbuds…Thinking about the good old …
Jangling along with my head full of words,trying everything to find a connection -trying to hunt and gather a community.The …
The yarns we spin, the stories we create,what we know filtered through what we believe.The gossip, pronouncements, rhetoric and myths,the …
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 …
Poetry on the run 