“There is a correct way,” he said. “Toilet paper flowing top or bottom of the roll.”
“You think?” I asked.
“Absolutely! When I tell you you’ll see that it…”
And that’s when the shot rang out.
Chagall 2017
Archive for December, 2017
Snow freshly fallen
The promise behind chaste vows
Silence in the air
Chagall 2017
I drove all night
Through the song of wind
and the drum of vibrant rain
The dance of my being
soaked to the spirit’s core
anticipating once again seeing you
Chagall 2017
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It was so good to have it all behind me,
until I realized there was nothing ahead.
Chagall 2017
Water plants; feed sourdough starter; write note; silently, gently, kiss her farewell
Chagall 2017
On a scale – one to ten
just how good was that chow fen?
Chagall 2017
Rewrite of an earlier nonsense
YUM!
In the cold before crystal, a peal of light
Blinding blue sound, between hollow and whole
Faraway caws
The source now remembered
To heed it he did
Heeded
A moment passed
Past
Long two
to belong
In the cold ere crystal
Chagall 2017
See those colorful orbs out there? Watch…a little bit longer…
Oh wow! They…
Yep, they start to people!
Chagall 2017
I look down to see impressions everywhere
So I dive to rub smooth on their contour
Then I adhere here
Chagall 2017
Though it is cold out the sun is still strong. I am amazed
at the amount of mist that has gathered despite the frost.
I return indoors, greeted by a body-rush of warmth, and
familiar scents, heavier now, making their way through
the chilled air I hold yet in my lungs. My eyes are still
filled with the intensity of outdoor light, unadjusted,
all I can see is the golden flame of your candle still burning
in this 16th hour.
Chagall 2017
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