Mushrooms growing on dead cherry

When all the usual things don't work
It's time to do unusual things.

Cryptic Concretions

Today the light is soft with the snow blanket. The sounds are muffled, caught in the chambers of ice that cover our sidewalks and dirty streets. We are wrapped in fleece and taking an extra cup of coffee and time to relax. I picked up my drawing pencil to capture the allusive Jackalope.

My work meeting was canceled. I'm listening to music. Last night some wild creature looked into my bedroom window at me. He was cold. On the front porch there are footprints from a bird trailing over the smoking chair. My housemate stood in the doorway and we exchanged pleasantries as I put out an overdue piece of post. December is unwinding our tethers to this year. This very tough year. I write and consult the tarot. I've been struck dumb with the prospect of new relations. The Chariot, The Stars, Strength, 3 of Cups, warn, wax, wane. Cryptic concretions.

It is a reminder that life springs from the decay.

Winter is the time where we restock our energies.

The sprig that swells and reemerges in the melt.

For now the snow gives me brief pause so that I might feel, create . . . .

Undo the needless wisdom that is bound to mistakes.

I'm happy this solstice turn has left me suspended in balance.   

Fall

Most people think that life begins in the spring, but it starts in autumn. As decay gives life to the forest floor, as the spores feed, new life grows and we only recognize the flowers, but we neglect the growth, we forget the beginnings... the sacrifices. Life springs from death. New beginnings start will the fall.

snowflake

Your slow simple nature

Like a snow flake drifting towards the sidewalk

You keep getting caught up

In the updraft

And the whispers from across town

How special for you

A small delicate thing

Waiting to join your brethren on the ground

Melting upon impact

Into one solid white

7-23-13

Sometimes...

American Spirit Blues,

Nine days without you,

You were a welcome visitor to my lips,

Your smoke filled my empty cavities,

You were a dangerous lover,

An ember, a friend, on cold lonely nights,

Without you,

I can breathe easy again.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, The courage to change the things I can, And wisdom to know the difference.

The 11th century Jewish philosopher Solomon ibn Gabirol wrote "And they said: At the head of all understanding – is realizing what is and what cannot be, and the consoling of what is not in our power to change."[14]

"One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don't come home at night." -Margaret Mead, anthropologist (1901-1978)

Vessel

Consent

Your eyes widened
The vastness in the blue of your waters,
like a ship fighting a storm.
I stared at them,
Finally I knew
where I was-
On land
and needed to send you the signal,
to bring you back.

12/3/13

Night Still Comes

"My brain makes drugs to keep me slow,
A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh.
But now, not even the masons know
What drug will keep night from coming." -Neko Case

Closer than a piece of paper could slip through.

Closer than the darkness that surrounds a fragment of light.

Closer than one can call comfortable.

Close enough to feel a heartbeat.

Close enough to hear the breath.

Close enough to smell the scent of skin.

Close enough to lose sleep.

Close enough to fall in.

10/15/13

You were just the last to know.

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Critical Analysis

Why do I write? Why did I write it?
Better question...why do you read it?
I am the creator. You are the voyeur.
I bleed on the page.
Are you the razor?
Some people are razors.
Some people may be the coolest razors you'll ever meet.
Either way, you end up cut.

Greek

A thunderous banquet,
   before the great purge.
Electric
   and selfish,
for body
   and mind.
Rumbling with vessels engorged and alive,
   Can I be part of that fire...
      before it dies?

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2013/10/can-we-be-lovers-not-have-sex/

Cancer (Jun 21 – Jul 22)

Thursday, Oct 3rd, 2013

• YESTERDAY
• TODAY
• TOMORROW

You have a sixth sense which enables you to tell when the tides are changing -- and you Crabs typically do this better than any other sign. You feel what's happening in your gut and can sense if something is wrong. Although your tendency now may be to say too much, rather than too little, there are some ideas which must be shared. Just do it as kindly and lovingly as possible. Making someone else feel guilty won't make the situation better. Use your superhero powers for the good of all.