Bob Dylan is still the 2016 Nobel Laureate for Literature. It wasn’t LSD in the water or a viral hoax or a rip in the Matrix. The Swedish Academy, two words without a hint of masculinity, showed some stones. They just got the category wrong. The Nobel should have been for Alchemy. Dylan does indeed … Continue reading Masked & Synonymous
When I spotted them my first thought was nautical: She's broad in the beam. So was my second. He's three sheets to. I pegged them instantly as a breed of retired couples I've become very fond of. Homey and doughy and okay with that. They spend the golden years, health be damned, doing the things … Continue reading Traffic Light
Today’s topic was furnished by my Dear One, who responded to my musing out loud–talking to myself, in elderspeak–with jack rabbit reflex: ’60’s Love. Did you mean, ahem, relations between people in their sixties? No, no, the 1960’s! Love in the hippie days! Whew. Now that I know my imagination will be filled with young … Continue reading ’60S Love
Ran into Sherry again this morning, this time at the Post Office. I see her now and again, usually outside of St Mary’s Church in Walnut Creek. She is always alone. Often, she wears a green and white ceramic rosary as a necklace. She keeps the three or four stuffed travel bags that are her … Continue reading Sherry
Chorus: Well now here you are, where the years fade away with a whisper And the people you loved, oh the people you loved they fade away too And you, standing at the window with a cup of tea, making a silly face, that would have made them smile It’s so you The laughter comes … Continue reading It’s So You (Breaking Wave)
What a revoltin’ development this is. Out of nowhere, and I swear I didn’t see this coming, I got old. Like, old old, walking slow, aching feet, shoulders, neck old. And then serious old, call the doctor immediately if you have these symptoms old. I’ll spare you the details. Chances are, you have pretty pictures … Continue reading Oops…
This isn’t a secret. We’re screwed. America’s political mechanism is broken. We are in danger of devaluing, to the point of scrap, the one American asset most of the world truly envies: The Ballot. Other countries have elections, but to Americans the ballot is at the core of our national identity. Our precious freedom attained … Continue reading Founder’s App
On its face at first blush It’s just crazy enough If it were a lark it would fly To be howling within Round a ravenous sin While the face is a whitewashed lie * On its face at first blush It's not something you touch It’s that something you taste with your eye It’s more … Continue reading An Explanation?
* I’m dead, but needn’t say so so sleight the hand sleight of hand sleight of His most grievous hand eyes that meet mine never know * Pry the purpose out Is that a Clock? No, that’s a Cross. Yes, that’s a Clock. Sweet wave of Christ wash over me, these sad sack bones, this … Continue reading That Mood Again
Children's Song The Word, the Word is very near in my mouth and in my ear in my heart and in my soul I love Jesus that's the way I roll Jesus said if you hear my voice Father's given you a choice you can be good or you can be bad make Jesus happy … Continue reading The Word, the Word
Let your yes be yes Let your no be no Anything more than this Is danger to your soul Will His guiding light Go dim as shadows grow Oh will he abandon us? No and no and no Speak His name in Truth And you will be blessed Is God one person in a Trinity? … Continue reading Let Your Yes Be Yes
Saw a show last night on PBS Why I had it on is anyone’s guess Said this world is not what it seems You ‘n me are made out of the stuff of dreams Itty bitty bits that no eye can see Twitchin’ like Elvis on a weekend spree Peeped over his specs ‘n said … Continue reading Why Are We Wet?
1 Should I peek around the corner? Does that convey? Ratchet the neck bones up to a hole in the brimming dark and with what I have for eyes now blistered over summon in pantomime the blinding awe? 2 How can I pitch you this idea? This terra infirma of the Solid Rock The … Continue reading Two More In A Mood
1 So long, goodbye Adios Final call For the Final Coast I'm expected Rest assured What’s in doubt Is the Temperature A room is ready Built by me In alarming Specificity Who loves me In aggregate? On balance, I’m unconfident 2 A shadow fell When I was young And as I grew It … Continue reading Two Poems In A Mood
To speak a lie is to spit at Christ To affirm a lie is to wink at His Passion To spread a lie is to spend the Silver To lie is to spit at Christ