Use & Intention
Can’t believe: How strange it is to be anything at all.– Jeff Mangum
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This past weekend was the first weekend of Coachella, the music and arts
festival that has grown to gargantuan
Fog
Fog became the metaphor for all my grief,
following me to the veterinary clinic
where it pressed against the parking lot, then
back home away from the euthanized cat,
and for days later
There’s a New Door to Narnia, and the Children Want In
I often share some detail or story from my day early in the family’s dinner
conversation. I’ll just announce it to see if the kids find it intriguing. “I
heard something
Being and Nothingness at Desert X
As my body hurtled across the desert plane on a south by southeast heading, the
open road and open landscape allowing for a respectable 80 mph velocity, the
fragile bodies of the painted
Benediction
Bless the top of my head
My jukebox brain
My third eye, my eyelids,
Haughty bridge of my nose
My tongue, that old tutor
Lip, sole betrayer
Clavicle, you flirt
Breastbone, my wishbone