At apogee, they see us whole ....
one breathing globe of blue and bone,
oceans cinched in circling light,
continents etched like ancient runes.
From the barren hush of lunar stone,
Earth rises — a blue astonishment
lifting above cratered desolation.
The sight steals every practiced breath.
In that fragile, floating sphere
they recognise their only home:
precious, perilous, impossibly alive.
Respect deepens into something older ....
a vow, unspoken, sealed in awe.
Alps gleam green and brown with age,
deserts smoulder in tawny hush,
polar crowns burn white as prophecy,
cloud-spirals turn in tireless dance.
From that far silence, quarrels fall away;
the planet gathers into a single breath ....
one world turning in its robe of weather,
waiting for its wanderers to return.
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7 March 2026
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 2:42 PM UTC
I found my place
in the crack between a rock and a willow tree
Swinging like baby Tarzans
While mom cut the grass by Grandma's trailer
Willow limbs snapping in our hands
By Gerber daisies picked for a third grade teacher
Who lived in a trailer too
Mom's hair in a ponytail to hide the perm
Because Jesus didn't approve
Grandma's beliefs were unmoved by 90's do's
Ask Him to come into your heart
Up a tiny ladder to the burgundy velveted attic
Turned over and over like a Lego man
Smoothed by years into a kernel of yellow light
Recognized in others amidst the blight
The hemlock blight of '95
Was more than the forest could survive
The rock island on Boone's Fork trail
Blessed with that trailer feel for a spell
Years in between discontent and unbelonging
Pearlized Lego Jesus glinting
Light soaking into the velveted walls
Waiting for Understanding's call
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 11:17 AM UTC
I won't not love you, I never could.
It's baked in the cake, it's the grain in the wood.
I don't not love you, I never did.
It's the salt in the ocean, vein in the orchid.
I musn't not love you, I never have.
Even when it seemed so bad.
How to prove a negative
The greatest affront
A prison of accuseds writhe with torment
Guess I'll start lifting
Make a friend or two
Cook some wine in the toilet
Make a prison stew
It's hollow and echoes like hollow things do
Reminiscent of time passed, hanging on like a fool
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC
Get grounded
Get grounded
Getting grounded is the way
Don't buzz, don't blank, don't float, don't wave.
Resist grounding when temptation calls
From the phone, reality TV, YouTube hauls
Keep me floating in nothing where the real can't fall.
Brown sugar mochi is back! (never had it before)
A new smartphone hack! (never gave a **** more)
Housewife and Housewife enjoy a cocktail and snack! (lamb chop lollies with a bourbon shellac)
Relationships rot and circuits stagnate.
Oh, but I didn't feed, didn't fuel, didn't ***** the rage.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 11:44 AM UTC
Hope for a downhill slope
But a cross-country ski instead
Pray for snowmelt into the river
and smoke out the chimney
of the humble, happy cabin
Deep in the Ugly wood
Melt away, push downstream
Into the delta of diluted dreams
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 10:20 AM UTC
Winter shade
Dark side of the mess I made
The fire's raged, the embers cooled
Locked out, frigid fool
Frosted Earth
Hope lies beneath
Man in the moon over a bud unsheathed
A sprout angles for dim light to eat
Dinner bell echoes of the unbearable feast
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 10:19 AM UTC