Let’s Be Clear about Doing

—–If you do something, something will happen. —–If you do nothing, something will still happen. Therefore, whether, you do something or do nothing, anything could happen. Can doing be over done? Can doing be under done? Too much – –...

Fixes

In a room of pregnant women, I want to shout alarm, warning, useful words of preparation for those about to be born. This is what awaits you. If you are lucky you will carve choice after choice out of solid ice and wood, finite fixes, exposed to the teeth of time. If...

Texting with  an Astronaut

Hi astronaut, sailor through vast star seas, tell me what you remember of life back home as you enjoy your long rocket ride from Earth, your blasted sling-shot fling through clouded sky, ignoring gravity’s plea to not leave home. Do you, like Lot’s wistful wife,...

The Door

In the whole history of doors, has there ever been one that has never been opened and always been closed? If a door is fixed, is it broken? A door can serve as a provisional wall. A wall cannot serve as a provisional door. I have a photograph of a door hanging on my...

It’s Always Something

Wednesday, February 19, 2020 It’s always something. Australia is burning. Cities in China are in lockdown in the interest of global health. The president of the United States of America has been legally impeached for being morally impaired, Ten million Americans are...

Articulate Age 

How do I grow old while remaining articulate? My blood wants to know. My cilia. My frontal lobe. Also my bones. Also my pen. I want to be literate and literally alive. As an infant I had no words for the festival of occurrences, all the comforts and disturbances...

The Dangerous Book

I am reading a book full of triggers, of blasting caps, of rabbit snares, baited traps set to spring, of lasers and razors, of Samurai swords, a scimitar, a spear, surgeon’s scalpels, a butcher’s knife, a hunting knife, daggers and switchblades. Are there cameras...

I Needed to Write a Poem

I needed to write a poem about trouble in the world. But then some sent me an email signed with a smiley face. I needed to write a poem about trouble in the world. But then a joke was posted on my Facebook page. I needed to write a poem about trouble in the world. But...

Reality! Really?

“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.” ― Albert Einstein We sky crawl wanting to land, to break the bonds of soaring, to be grounded, rooted in rock, anchored in the sea of wavering facts, to see reality for what it is, malleable, mostly an...

The Tour Guide – Istanbul

Geworfenheit (G) = throwness Our tour guide announced his religion; “I am a Muslim,” he said. “I am a Muslim because I was born in Istanbul. If I had been born in Rome I would be a Catholic. If I had been born in New Delhi I would be a Hindu. If I had been born...