with each passing year
spirit becomes more asset
body, liability
Personal Journal
Weightless
if all a bird knows is flying
but one day on the edge of a rooftop
realizes he’s afraid of heights
do his wings feel heavier
does his brain swirl around
with the vertigo of fear? —
and if all I’ve ever known
is fear,
when I find inner peace
will my soul grow wings?
Gilt
Can a good person be both a tree hugger and a book lover, when one has to be murdered to create the other?
Reformulated
Perhaps age is just youth
— old and improved!
Suffering in silence
If you don’t know anyone who has it worse than you, trust this —
Overdoing it
Stretching oneself too thin is the disease of modern life — letting oneself
Sharp wit
Satire is merely pointing out that roses have thorns, and that we can’t
Junky
Junk mail, junk food, our society is full of junk living, period.
Sun-kissed
what more pleasant sensation
than sunshine on skin —
spirit and flesh drinking in
nature’s pure golden light
Incorporated
sunshine has no budget
the sea no red tape
trees do not license
themselves to the countryside
bees don’t invoice the flowers
there is no committee of oceans
and i’ve never seen a bird
take out nest owner’s insurance
Tide
Life is questions
and answers,
ebbing and flowing
in endless waves
Un-blonde
Old Father Time fox-trots
across my golden locks!
Pecan tree
To me pecans taste like childhood,
They fell from the family tree.
Sticky leaves, crackling branch wood
Hulling and cracking, we three —
Siblings, nuts in varied degree.