What is it about two o’clock, the bitching hour? Dreaded double-strike. The eyes snap open, no retreat from wakefulness– it’s just a poem.
Posted in Home, Life, memory, Night, Poem, Sleep, Uncategorized, Universe, Writing
Tagged clocks, wakefulness, work, writing
White laden—back arched against the brilliant cold— your example locks my admiration and my empathy in an embrace that doesn’t know what to do with itself. My perception puts you in an instant of deep bend, the dance fully engaged, … Continue reading
Posted in Absolutes, Humans, Music, Poem, Quantum flash, Universe
Tagged humanity, life, nature, Oregon coast, outdoors, weather
Microscopic armies clash, silent until I cough. The universe seeks the life of my form, my protoplasm, my individual identity. The universe will always win the final war, but these small battles are mine, gaining humility and wisdom to give … Continue reading