Archive for November, 2019

Choices, choices…?

I peruse the space, stare at the various items
hanging indistinct there in the dark, and wonder:
which me will I don today?

Chagall 2019

Le Nom (On the Downswing)

I am happy to see the names Derek and Dirk on the rise.
We can certainly use less Dicks.

Chagall 2019

ladybug, ladybug
o’ so trusting,
undeterred even by touch,
walking across my porch screen,
with all the qualities
one imbues in a puppy –
at least for me,
such is my love
for your sentience

don’t fly away, fly away

Chagall 2019

The Artist: Her Final Resting Place

young trees wrapped in burlap
stand sentry, bulky in the field,
cozy under their shaggy rag-tag
almond-brown sweaters

with each nip of cold air they grow
stronger, every moment older,
as is the way

if trees had noses
they’d run just like ours

but, oh! come earliest spring,
how beautiful pre-bloom
with nothing but the growing-time ahead

…and I will bear sweet fruit,
throughout the days turn years,
for I am the earth and you have cared for me,
you are a fine steward

thank you

near the cove, past the lighthouse,
where the gray stone sentries
rest toppled (always in fog there) buried
under inches of moss and run-off,
lies a painter’s canvas,
a world of vibrant colors,
ripped and mud-matted,
decomposed, becoming
the very earth
it depicts: a headstone for the artist

Chagall 2019

E.g. Corners

I hate a push-broom;
there are times you
just can’t get
behind the dirt.

Chagall 2019

After All Gone, After All

For as long as the flowers last,
the day lives on and you are still here
with me, my friends – the hope that was
our time together, the bright star shone

Chagall 2019

The Sum Greater

I’ve noticed that in today’s melting pot
no one melts

Chagall 2019

which synapse do I need to trigger
to forever remember the vivid lines
about her?

which emotions do I impale upon memory?

i will sacrifice knowing my own name
if there be a dearth of cells
allotted to the past

make my recollection of her, premium:
all of the senses, all of the time

Chagall 2019

Time To Continuity

this morning I awoke frightened,
startled by the abrupt start
of the backup engines that propel

Chagall 2019

Cognition Ignition

the moment – now – is heavy syrup,
laden weighted-down, such is the feeling

of timeless

I nod: “…until then, then.”

each memory is an interim
state before the next forgotten

what goes must start
from inside this edge

there! – a glimpse of firelight
all through my brain

uttering sparks
intended to kindle

and I bootstrap
another I


Chagall 2019

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