Sunday, January 29, 2017

Before And After

I didn't know all the ins and outs Still closing my mind to driving it around only in town So what have we here Mistakes making it rain regret Looking forward to the thank yous I will mouth in the frozen countryside where I long to be Where I am longing

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Your Guess

Is good and maybe true about the wires. Sure. Necessary. For the machines. What about the rest of it resting, okay, not resting. There is no switch to off. I looked and looked. What I could see, well the only thing was a rule of blinking or not blinking because of missing.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Floors And Stairs

Plants grow tall in the light. The lamp is another reminder. I missed the place altogether. What happened beams were bright and the moon slipping away I was too embarrassed to believe I made a mistake. Now is ridiculous so don't tell anybody after. All.

Friday, January 20, 2017

My Electricity

Just every time the breeze came up how it was changing being changed Now there is another part saying small fast small fast blinking And what of each day a personality leaving it behind for the moon What I told myself was panic what actually happened was slower It might be awhile because the cord the cord is attached

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Color Wheel Mind

Back then I did not mind the cold Not like now What escapes we've had Into the Siuslaw Das Auto The golden chain is not mine Come back We will have fun Go ahead There is no following

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Amsel Drossel Fink Und Star

The winter was real this time and fear lit up the bleak water small seeds of hate and berries of love were disappearing fast and melting into calendar months pages marked up pacing folding and calling it quits each twelve hours I wrote down the miles of scratching and I poured more water into their shallow bath

Monday, January 16, 2017

Our Family Adventure

Please take out the trash. I'll meet you in the car. Make sure you lock the door. I know we're a little late. There is not enough time. It's my turn to talk. I thought you went to bed. 60 Minutes is on right now. I never really knew you. After all these years. Let's oil our eyebrows. Let's bring in more wood.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Everything Electric

She said yes too easily and too soon all the plugs available a map too bright back lit by unknown spaces Events she would dream about last days going forward backwards

Saturday, January 14, 2017

It Thickens

Eventual trees Two centuries from now Still growing Peaceful grove Shade and sun Everything breathing That's where I'll be Looking at the pages Fingering their leaves Where you took my hand Even though I got kicked Out of the compound Beyond the forest Is the sunny meadow Its sweetness overwhelming There is the small brook Running clear and cold Feel it feel it endless

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Sweet Vegetarian Pemmican

Honey can be used as a binding agent in this recipe just add raisins berries and what have you to ground nuts allowing for refrigeration. The best survival food. Made for distances and enduring all kinds of weather.

Monday, January 9, 2017

Lenticular Life

I noticed something happening just above My thought was second after the first Tree in the middle of the lot How the oaks dance their lace On the edges of the muddy river Too full and filling Does this time creeping by Sideswipe Plato's cave

Sunday, January 8, 2017

What I Was

I found what I was looking for even though I thought I lost it. There it was in my belongings when I dug down a little. I thought I had moved on, well I did! I got those other hats. They are warm too, fitting just right.

Friday, January 6, 2017

Dream Big

I was supposed to manage the store but the others didn't let me really. After the bombing and before the bombing I could never be the same person again so I dreamed big and went to Mannheim and stayed there a year night classes the start of America shorthand typing.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

All We Had

All we had to do was keep walking into the new day and keep our heads up. Kopf hoch. Nase hoch. We were the orphans called Waisenkinder. We came from shoemakers church decorators like icing on a cake. We asked the sparrows to be friends maybe they would think about it get back to us later on the subject. Hold my hand for just a little moment. You belong to the world.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Das Essen

The food bothered her more than anything. Too much of it at once (would make everyone sick?). She shunned it like she didn't have a body. She didn't need it want it. Desperate. To live. Showing up at the table, later. A few bites. She had to bring home a slop bucket they ate from grateful to the leftovers from the nuns. They were the only orphans in the town so everyone said.

Monday, January 2, 2017


It is alright. Even the double space I changed to single. We'll see if it is accepted by the second overcoat or the fancy painting. Either or. My braid didn't go over so well even though it was the best one yet. I dumped in the cardamom.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Supposed To

We looked for it endlessly with millions of others looking up. What was a huge star and the moon. Did this mean something beyond cinnamon cardamom making a face staring right back at the memory. You're supposed to let go. Let it burn down to embers maybe stirring up sparks later creating new heat out of the old. We put our minds to it and swore up and down. This passed by too soon and then I was asking my questions dreams answering back with more.