Sporadically Brian
9/2/19: New Road Song
This road Is not so very long But this old worn-out road Seems to just go on and on and on and on It’s not particularly bumpy I see clearly to the end Not much [...]
9/1/19: The Phenomenology of Deliciousness
Awake well before the fist birds of the jungle I call out to my love she's come to me We savor our connection well past the time well past the morn well into delightful delicious [...]
8/31/19: Self Care Soliloquy
I can do this endure the ordeal of creeping malaise Albeit slowly saps an energy sponge it steadily zaps I am drained and yet... Like an old swimming pool I can be filled again and [...]
8/29/19: The Window
More than "Morning Meditation" More than "Mere Poetry" The window divides without distraction without enter-action I revel in the richness of it all Like a serendipitous text message Like an unexpected yet oh-so-timely call from [...]
8/28/19: Where We Are
Where we are is together Nearly four thousand miles mean nothing When we were is extraneous Over twenty-five years is beside the point What we think How we feel Why we do Is what it's [...]
8/27/19: She’s Come to Me
Sometimes I feel broken or at least slightly bent Like dreams when awoken life just got up and went There's an ache in my spirit There's a turd in my hand And all hope for [...]