Ouch! Ow, I say! OOOh, aaarrgh…! Are you looking my way?How loud must I be to get your attention? I need that and comfort, And it’s my intention To lie here and moan and weep and groan ‘Til you take proper notice though I must miss outon my luncheon! O, woe! 2004
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Journal: On the Luck Spectrum
I don’t think I needed a flat tire today. But if I did, I needed to have it in front of the house, which it is. And I needed to have one more AAA service before renewing–next week, which I do. And I needed not to have to be anywhere right away, which I don’t. …
Tolkien Tribute: The Golden Wood
The leaves shine like gold in the long light of autumn, adrift upon the last breath of summer, sailing, like kites cut free, taking their own sweet time to come at last to rest.Years and seasons without number crunch in their layers beneath the feet that wander, among the grey-like-silver trees that stand and sigh …
Tolkien Tribute: The Ranger
JRR Tolkien, in creating the full and profoundly-envisioned Middle Earth gave some of us an entire world to explore and adopt for visions of our own. He hinted and suggested at so much he didn’t ever get around to writing, showing us doorways but not going through them. He expressed it in letters, in fact, the hope that …
Essay: Ownership
Consider… Communities are entities and their inhabitants belong to them, not the other way around. They are composed of everyone in them, they are rich in life and art, in ideas and motions and sounds and smells. Power and wealth create illusions of ownership, but all illusions dissolve in time: lives come and go, all …
The Dance
Around me there are light and heatand many people laughing people talking, talking, talking… floods of words unloosed, flowing endlessly not caring what they say or mean… There is music of a kind; and there are many, many games to play within the pale, in these gardens wide and formal, paved and shaved and shaped… Players moving …
Tolkien Tribute: Reflection
This is another of my Tolkien-inspired poems, this one reflecting on Frodo after his return from the Ring journey. I see myself reflected in the mirror every day, the very one I looked in before the time I went away. What is this face, this one I see? It looks to be the same old …
Glamour
In the United States, in much of the world that has long followed its lead, life is about surfaces: superficials carried to extremes of glamour like a thick and heavy layer of makeup; makeup that highlights, changes, and masks what lies beneath it. Glamour not only hides reality, it denies it. It seduces and lies …
Sinking
Fathoms down from day and light and warmth… in the haunting intonations of the singing of a whale; the chittering of shrimp; the clatter of a crab against a rocky reach of ocean floor… Allpressured into silence in the deep… There is no question of a voice, my voice, arising up from this dark space, …
A Gathering of Stones…
…of mortar and affectionwarmed by April suna drift of fragrance, cow’s breath and old hay,ripe cheese, pale grassesthe lightest scent of blossom and the lingerance of snow,and breakfast hearth-smoke… Distant crows are wheeling, cawing,coarsely calling admirationof the new-turned turf,of turning season, of turning, turning, turningin the sky above the oaks…The human touch of talkand laughter …
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