Requiem

year end sale -
two a dollar i watch the end
of the world on t.v.

paul mooney

paul mooney

boo boop de doo!

Writer's Block

the sun bobs and sets
in a pink so warm it's peach
do you wanna dance?

"on the bit about the kid"

the fun has just begun ... ala Martha ... ala Peggy ... ala the big bad Woolf!

the stage is set

the stage is set

oh, for a flitter of words

butterfly breath aside

Waning Gibbous

Emily Dickinson Poem 419

We grow accustomed to the Dark -
When Light is put away -
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye -

A Moment - We uncertain step
For newness of the night -
Then - fit our Vision to the Dark -
And meet the Road - erect -

And so of larger - Darknesses -
Those evenings of the Brain -
When not a Moon disclose a sign -
Or Star - come out - within -

The Bravest - grope a little -
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead -
But as they learn to see -

Either the Darkness alters -
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight -
And Life steps almost straight.

sunrise

sunrise -
liturgy of nichiren, he
i, dickinson essentials

high noon

high noon -
the writing on the wall
glittering in broken promises

crack in the sidewalk

crack in the sidewalk -
the boy in a red hat and cloak
makes magic tricks

A Dream That Is Not A Dream

From Mark Slouka's novel, The Visible World...

And I remember knowing that the dream was true and yet realizing, in some half-formed way, that men rarely had the courage or the cruelty of their dreams and that this was good because life was lived among many kind of things, all of them pushing for space, for air, all of them equally true: a wilderness of love and despair, laughter and rage, heroism and pain, while dreams, dreams were a haunted parkland - a stately oak, a bench, a fountain gushing blood.

**********Glamour Girl De-Constructed ********** **************Happy Birthday to Me***************

Forty-Eight Big Ones

- smoke break -

of

casinos

books

and

trout

the homeless

Apache Man

speaks

- smoke break -

funnel cloud

funnel cloud -
the lonely man reaches outside
for what resides within

dark of the moon-

i dream

of green

apples

Ella & Satchmo

Tarot Card of the Day

The Hierophant

Deck: Ukiyoe

Traditionally known as the Hierophant, this card refers to a Master and the learning of practical lessons from the study of Natural Law. This energy of this card points to some agent or resource that can reveal the secrets of life, the cycles of the moon and tides, the links between human beings and the heavens.
Because monasteries were the only places a person could learn to read and write in the middle ages, a Hierophant was one to whom a student would petition for entry. He was the one to set the curriculum for the neophyte's course of study.
Often pictured with the right hand raised in blessing, the Hierophant is linked with the ancient lineage of Melchezidek, initiator of the Hebrew priestly tradition, the one who passes on the teachings. All shamans of any tradition draw upon this archetype.

"... right hand raised in blessing,". Hmm, right hand man . I was born with a perfectly good right hand. Matter of fact, it is slightly bigger and stronger. Self-Fixing. Still, this makes me think of an old favorite by Joan Osborne. Titled, as you might surmise, Right Hand Man , which always elicits a smile. I smile because I can't help but recall all of the true great lefties I've known. Guess she's right, though. It is a matter of ... the one who can. Even if. The mainstay is my own and all else is the peaking, oops, I mean peeking (or is it petitioning?) into the exhilarating experience of an other's perspective?

There's got to be a classic Good Fuck somewhere in this deck. Next card, please...

Note: For live performances,Osborne changes the original lyric from a boy who can to the one who can. Ambidextrous. Love that.

dark of the moon

dark of the moon -
I dream
of green
apples

Sedona

red rock reposure

the retreater returns calm
exhaling incense

first day on the job

first day on the job -
the new library page breathes
hush, you lovely books!

Tarot Card of the Day

What is traditionally known as the Temperance card is a reference to the Soul. Classically female, she is mixing up a blend of subtle energies for the evolution of the personality. One key to interpreting this card can be found in its title, a play on the process of tempering metals in a forge.

Metals must undergo extremes of temperature, folding and pounding, but the end product is infinitely superior to impure ore mined from the earth.

The soul volunteers the ego for a cleansing and healing experience which may turn the personality inside-out, but which brings out the gold hidden within the heart.

That's it. I'm taking myself off the sale rack. You can find me in the Precious Metals & Gems case. It's located in the Of Hard Establishment department ...

The X Factor

My Boys and Me
Alyeska Ski Resort
Girdwood, Alaska 1991

BEAT your wife and your SON will most likely go to PRISON
From a poster printed by the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence, 1995

mock, mock

literary hound -
the dog her role my best friend
she just sits and sighs

early morning frost

early morning frost -
from the night's embering fire
cold shoulder rising

Le Monde

Tarot Card of the Day

In most Tarot decks it is a female figure that has become our standard World image.

This card, like the Sun, is reputed to have no negative meaning no matter where or how it appears. If the Hermetic axiom is "Know Thyself", this image represents what becomes known when the true nature of Self is followed to creative freedom and its ultimate realization.

Geez, I hope this One Angry Bitch self turns out not to be my true nature. Next card, please ...

her steel garden

her steel garden -
rosemary sprig smuggled in
my mother's breast reprieved

pipedreams

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqMY_s-SxW0&mode=related&search=

Say As I Do Not As I Say