Ropes
As a kid, riding along in the backseat of my parent’s car, this mysterious house used to fascinate me no end —- I took this photo many years later (July 1979) to commemorate my memory — The house is on...
View Articleuntitled
[untitled] the silence is holy it has dimensions into eternity so quiet, a distant car honk sounds like a star, located in eternity the slight breeze in the juniper moves a shadow across...
View ArticleOF THE RIVER AND TIME: So We Come and We Go
OF THE RIVER AND TIME: So We Come and We Go I And in this each they did know That within the deeps of winter night Quiet wisdom comes from sorrow, Surrender, consolation, then daylight II So far...
View ArticleQUANDARY
My mountains, the Sandias —- August 8, 2o18 – photo by MW QUANDARY (poem) Trying to get out of it Isn’t so easy —- it’s been your Daily life for so long, it’s more Than Ingrained, it’s who you are:...
View ArticleEL DIA DEL MUERTO
EL DIA DEL MUERTO In New Mexico we remember those who have left us here sometimes alone, lonely, in this Vale of Tears, bearing marigolds that you would come back at least this one day, please, we miss...
View ArticleIdylls Of A Retired Man
IDYLLS OF A RETIRED MAN including all natural things: apples from up north, oranges from California, avocado from Mexico frozen berries from Maine, a banana from Cuba, pineapple from Hawaii, turmeric...
View ArticleReading In Bed
READING IN BED Maybe this would help The script is hazy, I push the reading glasses further up my nose and reach to turn on the other bedside lamp The window shade is...
View ArticleTWO PHOTOGRAPHS AND ONE POEM
TWO PHOTOGRAPHS AND ONE POEM Climate change over the slow millennia is natural as the Earth’s relationship with the sun & moon ebbs & flows Sudden global...
View ArticleTea As Always
TEA AS ALWAYS Coffee taken first Still in bed cross-legged sitting up Amid pillows and books I’ve only recently taken up the ritual of coffee, only one cup, lest I get hooked, being a creature of...
View ArticleSUNDAY MORNING
SUNDAY MORNING I’m shuffling into the Outpost in my slippers and pajama bottoms, no shirt and gross hairy belly, it was an afternoon recital of chamber music and the decorum of classical connoisseurs...
View Article