There comes a time when shoe-tying is serious business. High stakes. Like, I’m starting to think all my shoe-tying up till now was just about getting ready for < bends > < ties > < upright > like that. 0
Category: Book o’ Verse
Take off your glasses Dan
Take off your glasses Dan let the trees blur soft let the sound cotton fluff let the smell haze pulse let your thoughts melt like a plastic bag you flicked with a lighter so the words drop and splash the…
A friend’s recollection of 9/11
Post-it notes in the air. Finding his way from the east side, near Grand Central to a friend’s place in Brooklyn over the Manhattan Bridge by foot. Everyone was walking in the same direction. 0
No matter what sidewalk
Finding your rhythm there are familiar patterns you can scratch at to remind yourself your feet are your feet. You drag them along in new sneakers no matter what sidewalk you’re pounding it’s still those same toes. 0
Dad’s watch, again
I’m wearing dad’s watch again to turn my left arm into his left arm to give him an easy way to remind me how time works and that the world keeps turning, the face scratched by him, by his dad,…
A case
Is there a case to be made a first affirmative delivered in defense of collating those second-rate thoughts you might not see again (or even miss)? Shake them out of your hands, those drops of borrowed blue electric ink to…
A beep
A beep from the phone a text from someone and why not let it sit? Perhaps it wants to sit. Maybe it will ferment or blossom decay or dissolve into a small pinch of dirt in your slacks given enough…
Wonderful, powerful
Wonderful, powerful, important words I found today in Deuteronomy: “for our lasting good.” “Our” in this case, a people. Not a person. “Lasting,” to think past the moment. Now there — there is a phrase worth diagramming. Worth pondering, worth…
Collateral Love
I’m the victim of a collateral love experience. The love that tears through the space around, tries to connect and disassemble people sitting around and behind me. I’m caught in the love bomb. Irradiated. Stabbed with shards with melodies that…
Ways I may have changed
It might be that my exterior melted a bit last year that it’s shinier now, more like fiberglass, which I hadn’t noticed to be honest until just last week. That it’s a little more weather resistant, which is nice. More…