175: dear god

let me know. put something down before it’s time. not too heavy. not too light. let me not rid my self of a gift by calling it a curse. it is difficult sometimes to see where somethings should stop and others should begin. maybe this has never been the...

174: listening to the moon

just now 3/4 full taking a side glance every now and then awaiting the filling or so it seemed he because somehow the moon is he said how long do you think I’ve been here watching the world go ’round the sun seeing the faces change like the weather years...

173: other people’s words

thrown together into a hat shaken and stirred over headpulled out one by one rearranged on the cork board with a rainbow of push pinsstaying close to the texture of things making a dealwith more humanness showing present is a fact unlimited removing my misplaced...

172: keep you distance, this saves each other sometimes

today’s poem keeps writing itself in blackink from a pencoffee from the potwaste from a guti like to think of myself as an encourager a visioneer who inspires and upliftstoday could be deletedfor how it falls out of linethe black of the ink spilling from the dredged...