This, from Morgan Bradham... via My Comfort
A silent fool is none the wiser.
uncomplaining drudge with hangdog look cultivated trudge martyr's walk will Heaven prize you? ah but the heart is known so cast aside your props and take tutelage from the angels of every day.
30: Nightmarish (a shot in the dark)…may offend.
With planned barbarism they came. Safety in numbers. Their eyes as dead as a Great White's. Jittering on their hair triggers. Never questioning the barked orders of their commanders. My house of precious ones scream from their interrupted sleep. Boots on the floor doom doom. Screams cut short by gagging sounds. Ballistic noise. And I,... Continue Reading →
Poem publication
A fourth piece of mine entitled "Finders keepers" will be published on Spillwords.com on June 10. It is a dark poem about depression and suicidal ideation, and is not for everyone. I do wish to thank their editors once again for accepting my work. https://secret-lifeof.com/2019/01/08/finders-keepers-graphic/
A pearl
Behind a Reception sign, someone sits. Writes with her left hand, moves a mouse with her right. Speaks into a headset, enunciating clearly, succinctly, concisely. All this with a face of placidity, serenity, slightness of smile. I see an earring of pearl. I think of Nirvana. I think of Vermeer. Her dancing eyes make art.... Continue Reading →
Gehenna
A word whispered by winter's ghost in last night's dream of loss. Gehenna So foreign to this man, it held a portent. This evening, as he sweeps winter's leavings from his tilted deck, Gehenna echos back to him in a latent sigh. He and his Margie. Gone these two years. The deep ravine behind their... Continue Reading →
Jigsaw
What is this, my friend? You, the one who never makes plans, have cobbled this one together from the remnants of the morning. You really shouldn't be left alone, you know, but it was with relish that you contemplated an afternoon of dead rest, owing to their shopping and a movie plans. Out the doorway they... Continue Reading →
The way out
Cable-carried am I, upslope, in harness. Slow. It is slow. I hear the rollercoaster clacks, each prophesying sinister thrills. With powered eyes I see continents of fogged-in secrets. Sorry horses stand, bedraggled in streaming rains. They look to me with pleading eyes, but I have no help to give. Clack, clack, clack.....a sharp turn. The... Continue Reading →
Haraview Burgers and highway 11
I've been making trips to north central Ontario for nearly 50 years, almost all of them via highway 11. During that time, I have passed by a curious anomaly that remains to this day: A burger place that was in business for a short time in the early to mid seventies. It shut down after two... Continue Reading →
AreMyFeetOffTheGround 