Friday night, whilst sleep-deprived and perhaps a bit tipsy went to cook from scratch and awoke in the wee hours Saturday, in my shimmy under a wide open window on the floor of my office cold, and a little stiff then wandered down to the kitchen to find I'd conjured a demon: nuclear, lava lentils which I et the next noon with a piece of crisp, toasted pita going back to sleep sans coffee but with a chili-medicated...
you said you'd cleaned out your tank I'm randomly happy to see your fish are safe now that I know there were no WC funerals at your house and you two didn't dine on leonid clownfish starters I always thought I'd like to have a tropical saltwater tank for all the vivid flashy ones (often poisonous, especially downunder in your neck of the woods) If not that, maybe a Koi pond, someday very soothing and such hardy car...
you are a ray of cool light beamed in between the stars a nimbus of kind promise slipped 'round the crescent’s scars snuggling a blanket cloudy up underneath our chins . . . one moonyou are a ray of sunshine the heat sneaks in between crashing vaults of cumulus spots glistening fields of grain while shaking off the steaming ripens, reaching for our . . . one sunabove our midnight oceans skipping, one star to the next like...
I see beauty everywhere in old faces grown gentle or embittered with storied lines around the mouth deepset eyes look out on the bones of the earth basalt dozing titans apt to awaken momentarily to quake leaves from tresses tangled in turning over I hear beauty in flavours composed from memory reconstructing a place where complex music once played and again, am really there I smelt beauty in ionised air plinking into st...
the soil is turned under and over the cycling suns to moons fed with loving refuse composted experience the careful rows weeded of unnecessary baggage weathered accomplices encouraging, well-timed grants of moisture and the precise moment of commitment seals off endless unrolling futures prunes the branching for a path from the root to the best fruit pay attention, now don't dither while hypnotically stilled the vine may...
inside introspective reflection in attentive mindfulness steaming bland instant coffee a censor streaming in sense ecstatic Red Scorpions entailed in a monk's cell what am I gonna do with my life not so clever now listening in readiness to hear what is required next tuning in, turning in to bells, mandolin, silence in breaking stasis with reinforced waves in surmounting Fail Harder! in my clarion call intrepid, intemp...
dead calm adrift a vast pacific mirror waiting salt-poisoned dreams fevered fish flying a school cracks the glass overarching my too well-made craft still afloat enduring land in sight white prismatic floating mountains cool promise sending shards of light into all its brave components were they really there? sail tattered cups the imaginary breeze the oars a memory ready for a current to catch a motion
(for Jeff & Bobby, and all the rest) He and I got into it a shouting match a big one snatches of overheard conversations “. . . he had Jane Fonda arrested,” and “. . . near Pleiku . . . ” and that lousy packet coffee “. . . either a major assault, or a major offensive . . .” and picking out several big, fat thorns and I said to this guy -- he was a sergeant, too -- “Otherwise we’re gonna get greased, according to my LRP t...
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(Wine and Roses) Pan comes piping cloven hooves high-steppin' it white flutter-by maidens ring in on the changes enchanted in the glade of interleaved filtering a sun-dappled glen where she sits composing a secret audience the river laughing nearby harmonizes with tiger-lilies and tickled trout swimming against the beat cricket castanets drone keeping rhythm, beating time and time has flown the knave of hearts fans out ac...
Annoyed. Not at any one: generally irritable. I tell myself that acquisition of patience, the suspension between desire and attainment, is in itself the goal. Like Tantric Yoga. My cursor wings away. I hover the mouse, awaiting the hand's return, ever reaching but never touching. Even the dreaded "Page(s) unresponsive" is ... unresponsive, with invitation neither to kill it (probably a good thing), nor to wait. Seeking t...
I, as Teishu, invite him in to our tea house for chanoyu slide the newly papered shojis leftward two thirds, with the left and the remainder with my right hand having prepared already the zen garden outside carefully raking the sands in waves breaking 'round each island itself a cleansing, calming act a light course of stone soup, made in advance have swept the heavy cedar beams and steps and bathed in deep hot spring...
Tiny beads of lucent moistureseined from this Chicago fog,strung carelessly on gossamer:artless, stranded silken spars.Weather, mood and spider labour,in urban stillness, collaborate:diamonds in the gutter - Ahh!dawn's ephemera, seen here now.- kmf (RedSonja)
Meet me for an outing, a picnic I humbly offer my cooking beats my spelling hands down, we can peel each other grapes, while you toss the word-salad I’ll dress it with our discarded opera gloves and boot ribbons saucing your stochastic greens then may sing you to sleep reciting Urdu poems too ridiculous for English - Kmf (RedSonja) (Poets. Such naked, shy folk.)
