eclipsing in my neck of the woods around 1:20 PM
don’t forget those all-important eclipse goggles 😎for safe viewing
Tag Archives: kindness
strumming for peace
in homage to Bob Marley
his bliss
this affectionate guy created at the Jersey Shore while I was in a lovely morning mood 😘 – thank you
our struggle
You might want to check out the talented DS Levy’s new chapbook, A Binary Heart – loving my copy!
lashings
Dolores, 4′ x 5′ acrylic painting
kind beauty in her young eyes
agree to exist
the one
this holiday let monsters be of fantasy only
crouching behind windshields
squatting behind screens
societal svengalis lurk
unruly wild things pacing clear enclosures
bitter birds choosing not to fly
limitations evaporate
when powered on by false gods
emotional anchors become
looming weights of entitlement
hands grip wheels
steering by fabricated courage
verbal appetites satiated by barbs
served beneath craving fingertips
manipulation expands
a cracked sea sponge tossed into a violent whirlpool
bytes of malice more sour than sun-baked wine
flow over rims of digital goblets
what happens to some
what happens to us
communicating without the skin of our souls
the flesh of our humility
the forbearance of our hearts
what will become of us
when traveling forward
without the divinity of pure movement
and humble earth beneath our feet
as this holiday season fast approaches
may we remember
humanity dwells inside
each and every one of us
let monsters be made of fantasy only
Holidragon
inspired this weekend while returning my daughter to college-many crazed people driving the highways-
many crazed drivers on cell phones rushing to cybershop
did I ever tell you this story
did I ever tell you this story
she doesn’t actually ask
if she did, I’d lie anyway
why not
she often relives these moments
snared in an autobiographical time warp
when her smile bared genuine enamel
and her skin was fleshy seashell pink
she flashes through these moments
speaking with an age from back then
the crystal ball stops rolling
arthritis ceases its assault on her worn-down bones
her long gorgeous model’s legs take a catwalk
voted best legs in the class
did I tell you that
yes, but you don’t remember do you
lying for those legs
lying for this woman
she cartwheels back
memories are liquified Ponce de León
bottled water I would steal
she continues
regaling in moments of perfect laughter
with a doctor friend
sharing smokes, drinks
things I can’t share here
I’m driving the highway so I can’t keep looking her way
and nodding in the “newness” of this memory
I’ve heard this particular tale
many times
don’t know if someone will be around to listen
to my stories
I’m glad her beautiful legs aren’t causing her pain now
in this crystallized moment
glossy from one of my mother-in-law’s modelling studio sessions
(can’t recall photographer’s name to give proper credit)
