Writing Retreat
Time. Time. Only a little. Only my share. I respect time so much more than they do out there. Out there Time is such a poorly executed concept.
Off the cuff, off the hook, sometimes off the chain. In the right place at the right time with a pen in hand and enough head space to run. Usually a short riff but a rant or recollection could go off sideways. Hang on tight.
Time. Time. Only a little. Only my share. I respect time so much more than they do out there. Out there Time is such a poorly executed concept.
Buckle up, Babysitters…
Life’s pretty darn good a’hauntin’ around.
Did you know that W.H. Hudson learned to fight with a knife at the age of four? I’m unsurprised. I understand.
Current events. Ha! Currently I wear glasses. I start with Plato, Lucretius, Lao Tzu then Kant and the like. They hit “record” early, as did I. Another perspective. They recorded And do so currently as events are eternal, eternally changing like us. I see. I see our glasses on the …
Together we’ll find out where Venus went tonight
Recently I’ve been learning all I can about trees. It’s been a long time coming. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do but this life pulled me out from under my seedling mother and branched me off in so many directions that I forgot all about the roots underneath my …
Today is Muse’s birthday. And for her birthday she’s given us a gift. She calls it “Accretion.”
…little me underground, fading, stalking, pretending to be dead, aiming to end a thing that has no heart and already has a bullet in the head…
Today I rocked, I wrote, I plucked my strings, I nailed a poem called “the little things” and then I did a victory dance around the house, and I don’t mean just on the inside.