September 24, 2017

Whistles & Toots . . .

's okay - blow your whistle . . . toot your horn . . . I'll dance to your tunes . . . catchy and full of verve . . . and when you call it a night and go home to your computer, instants meeting ages, I'll probably still be dancing - slow and easy swaying to rhythms of distant beaches and songs from the backyards of yesterday . . . I may miss you - I hope you may miss me more . . . but we will be fine - together or apart . . . dancing to the whistles and toots of our lives . . .

September 22, 2017

I wrote yesterday . . . and I write today - moment at a time . . . tomorrow, I do not guess, except to say, I will write another day . . .
I suppose that I write to show that I can talk on paper . . . lest some think that I've shrunk off to the netherworld to attempt a redemption of soul . . . Talking out loud sometimes is lost in the cacophony of companion conversation and sometimes is ignored because the cacophony of friends bury the words beneath another exposition . . . My friends are more and more quiet while I, with narrowing paper, continue the conversation . . .

November 20, 2016

Notes Left Behind to Assist in Finding a way Back . . . There is no real future here . . . only today at a time. Tomorrow arrives so slowly that I'm never sure but what it's just a bit more of today, not quite gelled.

June 12, 2016

A

Her hair was not always white, but black as the middle of the night . . . Her eyes were always brown, not temporary river mud when wet with run-off, but actual down hair of a new-born fawn, just before flight . . . bkb

January 31, 2015

No, really . . .

is January 2015 really coming to an end . . . something I guess I never really thought might happen . . . so many of my friends gone before the date . . . including our former forthright friend (and self described, "hardhead") . . . may the justices of the universe see fit to lend him assistance in what follows . . . (or else, quite simply, he'll need to make his own path, as he always did . . . )

and so it goes . . . and will continue to go . . .