Posted in Art, Poetry

reaching

reaching 4/2020

nothing to be
‘cause there’s nothing to see
under the wing of a blackbird

their squandered love
paid for the bed
slept in many a night

and the windows crack
on poor momma’s back
while the feeder remains empty

the dirt in her skirt
removed the dead skin
him floating in heaven again

and the blackbird returned
the feathers she borrowed
hoping he’d get out of her head

Nothing in this poem is true, as far as I know. Simply a fantasy burrowed. Displayed. 🖤

Posted in Art, Poetry

Did you come?

Flicker 4/20/2020

Can anyone hear the lark sing
I wonder. The rain knows
the words that twirl
to form the song
inside this vacant heart. You
removed all the furniture

placed into another room
wallpapered with old paintings. Never
knowing which was your color
i painted the reds of maple blooms
spring leaves only a few days old

they held no shape for us to know
how these days would go. And
now they bleed into years
of birthdays spent walled between plexiglass.
Yesterday’s reflection lied

as eyes peered to watch a head linger
a long pause …
the window hurts from all the noise
it rattles from my fist
poised to strike against me.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

Far and Wide Her Wings Spread

Whispered Myth
Just below the surface lies
a weathered heart
shriveled from windscape
and bolting sun
harassed by a fury mind
full of horrid song.

Hear the chorus
beating the ceremony drum?
Notice the rustling grasses
break free from their dying arms?
Her nest, airborne
now drifting on the waves
of an endless tomorrow.

Where to land
where to roost
no lover to confess
her secrets saved
for stone arrest
in silent reverie.
Posted in Photography, Poetry

In Deep Surrender

The time seems right
to move forward on dreams.
The trees 
uprooted and ever moving
a ruddy rouge
my dead giveaway.

The mud cakes my face
a promise to remove blemishes
while you watch from afar
and I crouch at the grave.

“Listen to the sun sparkle.”
A flame on this stick.
I fizzle, barely noticed
sending you mixed messages.
Posted in Photography, Poetry, prose

run away.

Life is washing over me and my reaction muted. In the process of being overwhelmed i have lost a desire to share.

Will I find strength to shoot the barrel. Letters locked and loaded. They suffer and land on days grown cold.

The intimacy dares to run away. If I stay, will i manage to kill you this time?

I hear you tell me my words are too timid. That you survived the shot. Maybe that was my purpose… to spare your life.

I am fluid and change with time. As the sun moves across the printed page, shadows dance into my mind. I beg the letters to curtsy and bow to you, neighbor… apologize and exchange spaces with my love.

Know I am not ready to leave this world. Are you?

Someday it will be all that remains. Silence. It will be good to come back to the reborn self. The self who truly understands not in dreams. But in being the dream.

Posted in Art, Musings, Poetry

Ive been meaning too.

Sometimes life expects us to make confessionals. My list happens to be growing as I recollect events that I am sorry for. For instance, in the midst of my grief, shortly after learning my brother John had taken his life, I stole a plant. A flowering plant at a local grocery store. The reasoning being I had always walked the straight and narrow and while my anger was bubbling up, I lashed out in order to inflict hurt on the world I once loved. I struck back at the heart of existence.

Then again, what belongs to any of us?

Posted in Photography, Poetry

Thoughts they come and wander

This is the sun setting over the huge rock in my yard. Hell, the rock is a small hill you have to climb and there is a perfect practice 20-25′ (7.6 meter) straight ascent to the top. The other side has ledges and you can scale it without rope. It is rather easy, with wonderful pockets of moss and mushrooms and wildflowers. Once at the top, you can watch the sunset over Mount Wachusett.

The mountains in Massachusetts are fairly easy to scale. Ive climbed two so far. Mount Wachusett is 2005′ (611 meters) and Lenox Mountain 2,126′ (648 meters).

Game on..

desires roaming
swirling inside…

To carve in stone
my ambition
the next year planned
hike the Appalachian
Berkshires of Massachusetts
the motivation
exists deep in the psyche
reach further
find my impetous

climb higher than ever
thought possible.
the answers lie somewhere.

Posted in Musings, Photography

Diamonds (Originally posted Feb 18, 2018.)

Please read to the end, even if you are not in the mood to be cheery!!!! I truly care for you…

🌟 Possibilities exist in every shiny thought.

Never allow yourself to be squared in to a corner without a circle. Be adVenturous! Find a star and start running.

Even if it takes a lifetime to catch your star, realize you will have lived a full life chasing it.

Don’t pay attention to your neighbor’s faults. Work on your own. Once you realize no one is perfect, you will find inner peace exists.

Turn the other cheek. Forgive. Love. Move on. If your enemies follow you, hooray. And if they disappear, too bad they missed out living life along with you. Hopefully, and i sincerely mean this, i pray everyone can discover and name their own star to chase.

Just never stop chasing your star once you find and name it! 🌟 J

(I do not write this lightly. I have been depressed and suicidal. It has taken 50 years to reach my pinnacle. I have swam through snake infested waters, mosquito-riddled forests and felt unloved by the very people who should have helped me in life. I get the pessimist. I was one. Life seems to be turning for the good and i rejoice that i endured and can speak hope today. If you turn from this post because your hurting, reach out. There are people who care! I pray you find your star!)

Posted in Poetry

Another Half-Hour

(From a blog I am shuttering down.)

September 2016

I trick my self
into believing
reward my self
by thinking

gift my self an extra half-hour sleep.
The funny thing is
is the snooze button works.
Ahhhhh…eternal rest.

And the alarm goes off again.


It is amazing, another feat accomplished unaware, with no clue what i am doing in life. Yep, i am so unprepared to the unpredictability that lies ahead.

%d bloggers like this: