Saturday, September 12, 2020


saturation of things I am not interested in Russian election hacking back to school other cultures plans for improving the theatre after the pandemic this is now I am me here old full satisfied

Friday, September 04, 2020

All Set

I backed up my computer and charged my phone nothing to worry about

Sunday, August 02, 2020

All I Have

this is all I have this
life largely over to make
a picture of the world

read seeing ever less
widely staying home
hardly talk to anyone

NPR is just the radio
music can be anything
we can still have fun

Friday, July 31, 2020

Nothing Else

what the mind throws up feels real but isn't
a man floating in the sky a woman's voice
"You can" close to my ear can what I wonder
dreaming on the edge of sleep but not tired
sleeping standing up because nothing else
I can't see well enough to read all the time

Thursday, July 30, 2020

Little Poem

I am not entirely happy with myself
sometimes I mess up
but I'm not going to make too much of it
just this little poem

Saturday, July 25, 2020

Roll Call

I see what you mean my best hope
innocence recovered if not resumed
my résumé roomy enough for that

cryptic wisdom the last remains a
fragment shored into infinite time
can anything be infinite anymore

the temperature wobbles between
hints of coming cold and extreme
heat further agitation of electrons

mere dream questioning survival
barely fit for roll call which I am
sharing my name with millions

Saturday, June 20, 2020

Hold Still

avid for input I read
in fragments looking
for what I need what
can it be engagement
attention meditation
is too vague to hold
still doing it anyway

Thursday, June 18, 2020

Fly Away

mind keeps rising
even as we sink

free as we are we
stay in our cage

the door is open
go out fly away

Saturday, June 13, 2020

A Conversation

as if rich we have everything
we need or merely want
free to while away desire

only I would put this word
here like this such stuff
merely a question of context

my construct has to substitute
for being myself living a life
others have ones of their own

remind me what did I say
was it a conversation
was someone really there

together part of the flow
literature sensibility what
will anyone quite remember

Now What

now what rain or other weather
tickles the troubled world what
odd factors account for being
here like this trying to waken
what now is too much to ask
but we do wanting to be ready
whatever the day may present

I in my usual morning chair
ready my eyes to see another
multiplicity of signals closely
watching for signs and clues
now what occasional arising
releases understanding shakes
my complacent blindness alive