Sporadically Brian
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 [...]
8/26/19: We Get to Choose
How we look does not define us How we feel can help refine us We get to choose We get to choose Who we are is a becoming What is real our world is running [...]
8/21/19: Anticlimax (a Haiku)
What I had was good I knew there was another Better to have stopped ------ Blessed... m(___)m
8/20/19: SM Morning Murmur-stations
FB: Photo of the infant grandson of an acquaintance I don’t know well but who usually posts photos of art that I enjoy and who very often “likes” and comments on my blog posts. Instagram: [...]