The candlestick maker
You’re like that. A nimble soul. A twilight firefly, pausing to each. Lighting our stubby black wicks. The paraffin glows once more. It’s nothing personal, I know now. I’ll see … Continue Reading The candlestick maker
Protected: Chocolate
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A view from the galaxy
head upon the downy pillow underneath the weeping willow by the bubbling river’s greening bend the filtered sunlight slanting down you brought to me a daisy crown I wished this … Continue Reading A view from the galaxy
Stars, Memories, and Stories
A beautiful piece by S. Francis at http://sailorpoet.com
An ambition easily fulfilled
I sometimes sit on a hill I am silent, but not wise All of my money is gone If I represent myself I have a poor client I am prone … Continue Reading An ambition easily fulfilled
with our love, with our love we could change the world
In the grocery section, there’s a three year old girl, dressed in Sunday best, dangling her sock feet from the shopping cart. Grandmother has her today. They pass through the … Continue Reading with our love, with our love we could change the world
The fly
Is of the bluebottle ilk, genus Calliphora. Morphing from its languorous larva, it preens for first flight. Fanning flattened wings, combing black bristles. Oiling the swivels of eye clusters. Born … Continue Reading The fly
Something Happened
Originally posted on Talkin' to Myself:
? Vocal Arts Ensemble, Santa Croce Basilica, Florence, Italy-2014 Singing is a magical thing for me. It keeps me sane. It lets me release…
A very very Unbirthday
Possum was wondering what he should do about the hole in his roof. He sat and wondered a very long time. Then he decided to have an Unbirthday party. He … Continue Reading A very very Unbirthday
Our Place
In the summer of 1969, I was 18 years old, and absolutely enthralled with the concept that we, as a species, were actually going to land on the moon. At … Continue Reading Our Place
Number seventeen dream scene
My God, I am back. I am taken here, I am shown. Familiar, this old warehouse, that I knew, that I ran, those thirteen years. The night man is sick. … Continue Reading Number seventeen dream scene
Bardic Reply
Originally posted on simonhlilly:
BARDIC REPLY Our art is not about sanity. You, who have learned neither name nor edge, Who insist there is one word, one view, one meaning.…
At the office
Up until May of 1980, I had worked in a series of warehouses and factories, my duties consisting of gopher, grunt worker, shipper, machine operator, and clerk. The last couple … Continue Reading At the office
Workplace folly
I’ve worked in a number of places that have had trade unions, and I know the unions have their purpose and are responsible for many of the advances and benefits … Continue Reading Workplace folly
