Well. I just killed 5 interviews in less than a week.
Now, my feet are warm
and the walls are burning
blue like the snow.
The plains are dark
and a hundred glowing eyes
follow my notes.
It was a left tune
answered by my right ear.
We watch now as the melody floats
over the worn floor boards,
filling the cracks
and spilling into the spaces
below our thoughts
that turn and end
(Nov. 23, 2013)
Your life will continue
even when everything else
Go to what is kind.
I recorded the woods and played this listening
back to the woods and wondered why we call it
playing catch and not playing throw.
The sound of goldenrod reminded me
that an empty shirt sleeve takes after a flute.
Sunsets must be where painters…
Drunk shopping is the best shopping.