some place else to be driftin’…
Posted in Journal on Jun 2nd, 2003
It was a conversation, set in no particular atmosphere except for the light touch of banter between friends, that did not end as it started. But it was one that left me something to think about, in the relatively-quiet somnolence of the afternoon hours. It was only a small, offhand, observation; yet, thinking back, […]
Posted in Journal on Jun 4th, 2003
Silence can be the most fertile ground for planting both our hates and our affections. We may think words are the best weapons to shoot our points home; that given enough intelligence and savvy, our words can pierce granite walls as well as the most effective missiles. We like to speak of the pen as […]
Posted in Journal on Jun 7th, 2003
I can’t think of harmony without thinking about the process of growing up; the teaching, the learning. Think about the marriage of different instruments, think about the chords struck between a voice and an accompaniment. One can ebb and flow in counterpoint and rhythm with the other. Listen to how one can suddenly fall […]
Posted in Journal on Jun 17th, 2003
Some days, I feel the greatest sense of fruitlessness; as in, who reads this bunk that I write…as in, who cares? I know, that sounds like self-pity. If it does, then that’s my fault too. But, right now, I think about the number of people who’ve found this journal on their own…and I […]
Posted in Journal on Jun 18th, 2003
It was a nice day at work today. The vibes were higher than usual. Two of my work-mates just got engaged to their long-time boyfriends, and their smiles and good cheer caught everybody up in a cheerful bubble that didn’t dissipate until people started getting ready to go home.
My own personal bubble of […]
Posted in Verse on Jun 20th, 2003
you are here
sultry as every summer
night dipping buttery
fingers into my moon-kissed
soul riddled with memory
dappling heavily yet
lightly over liquid limbs
languid with poetry
wordless as impending rain.
Posted in Journal on Jun 21st, 2003
They say youth always looks forward for answers. They didn’t say that when you’re past youth, there’d be even more questions. They didn’t say that when you’re old enough, a part of you meets life butt forward, with your face looking back to the road you’ve traveled…the part that occasionally wishes you could be […]
Posted in Journal on Jun 24th, 2003
A friend tells me that even for a person who “has everything”, there will still be times — a fact, he added, inescapable as human mortality — when you stalk around your contentment with a sense of incompletion…more like a vague premonition that hovers around you like an oppression, of something not quite right, something […]
Posted in Journal on Jun 25th, 2003
There’s a group of people in my city who go beyond just writing poetry. They espouse the belief that poetry, to be more than good, must be performed — not merely written. They meet every Tuesday in front of a fireplace in a converted restaurant roughly two miles from my home. They bring their […]
Last week’s thunderstorm was so bad that my computer screen froze on me while I was in the middle of finessing up a likely post. I was so frustrated with the whole thing that when I finally gave up trying to cnp the write-up so I won’t have to dream it up again, and […]
