Between the turn of the screw And the twist of the knife Between the Twist of the twister And Dylan’s simple twist of fate There sometimes arise opportunities To own the life that was given us by our mothers To make headway against The semi generated wind of the highway of the one-way life. Against …
Connecting dots
Dot one The United States is at war With itself. (It is also at war with Russia By proxy in Ukraine. It is also at war in Congress. It is at war in townships And states From sea to shining sea.) Maybe in its heart too. Maybe in its soul. Do you get what I’m …
The used book store
When I stepped into that old used bookstore With the entrance just two feet behind me I knew there was no turning back Until I chose a book or a book chose me. The proprietor was perfectly cloaked By his energy field To the point of only reluctantly appearing When he saw me at the …
How watching “Till” was like striking a gong
Yesterday I had a thought That resounded like a gong. It vibrated through my bones. And there was a halo around it. Overnight it became a story, A story of how I can still save myself From being steam-rolled by the status quo. It was a movie that struck this gong. The movie was “Till”. …
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“Cut to fortress”: the surreal rainbow brainfog
I started reading Harriet Books’ review of Tawahum Bige’s new book of poetry, Cut to Fortress:, and something clicked for me, but it felt more like whacking my funny bone. You know how that feels . . . excruciating for a split second. Here’s how it went: I was reading: “Cut to Fortress, the debut …
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Across the way 2
Across the way In a field by the road Sits redfox looking for a forest. Any woods will do. His home was just clear-cut So he sits in a low spot at the bend With nowhere to go. Looking rather lost as one evicted But across the way Who cares? Do I? Do you? For …
And love will steer the stars (poem)
We went to see Hair at Weston Playhouse and the opening performance of the epic song Aquarius was easily worth the price of the ticket. It opened the floodgates of my own Hoover Dam and the 60s came roaring back into my psychic space as if my heart had willingly become a vacuum in anticipation …
Pelosi in Taiwan – Caramba! (a sonnet)
Three days before the anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima, The first of two Japanese cities that we disintegrated, Biden sends Pelosi to Taiwan. Caramba! Now who is feeling disrespected and intimidated?! Well, China, but I’m actually referring to me! I voted for a man who is patently insane! Biden ought to be learning origami …
Welcome to the Matrix: For 99.9999 percent of the human race, it may be all there ever is
I have written about how the world of human-created systems collectively constitutes an all-consuming program that is, in many ways, analogous to the Matrix in the sense that it has conditioned our worldview from top down to the micro-granular details of our lives. The only way to avoid this conditioning is to initiate out of …
Ka-ching
Right where I am sitting with my latte On a stool by the window Looking out at the harbor There is an antique cash register On a shelf above me Ornately conceived of brass and iron And wood and glass With keys like a giant typewriter Built tough as nails By the National Cash Register …