FREESTYLEVISION

“After” refers time to subtle degrees: an artificial breach of forever in which we are contained if only as compost for what is to come.

We process the known day thru the filter of verbiage making mulch of real events not recalled because memory holds only the wisps that do not blow away from lack of context.

Next to the bathroom sink is a small picture of Christ, a button, a paperclip & next to his face, a Bluetooth which caused me to wonder if he again walked physically among us, would he be wearing one? Once more both God & man: eating, sleeping, sweating, receiving messages from elsewhere as we do.…

Like a Lighting-Bolt You are– Strikingly-Inspiring And my Pen glides Over the page Like a flash of– LIGHTING It’s so fast and it’s so free Words are JOLTS OF LIGHTING In the bones– And through the feet– Radiating over ME Like a glow of Glitter-Rays Creating through another PHASE Turning Time and– Turning Page Inking…

(an English sonnet) In the crystalline, becalmed air The thought held its place there By the picture of large regret, The sailors’ sorrow, the broken net That caught not fish the day described Windswept in that darkening bay. Now the picture is seen as skill, A trial, a test of human will Where brush was…

The memory I have of the 4 of us is this…. Years ago on a weekend night after dinner in your living room a bit tipsy a little high “Rumours” on the stereo Your 2 sweet daughters in the other room playing and getting ready for bed Suddenly bursting into the run blonde curls flyings…

The world is on hold. The axis has been tilted. Day is slightly less, a blink, a yawn, then gone. Events go racing by with the debris of the lost. That which we hold onto is slipping away. We grasp at each other never sure that our own shore will ever be secure. It is…