Saturday, July 14, 2018

red hard wheat

drought, dry weeds
every sign and billboard
a bullet hole

pheasant chicks in columns
march into the grass

the yearling's death cry
stilled with a penknife -
the only day it rained

curlews choose flight
over Blacktail Dam

pronghorn antelope
plunging across the road
hard, red wheat

a dust trail rises
with the horizon

Friday, July 13, 2018


hyacinth bloom
more grand than any flag -
4th of July

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

jump out boys

the jump out boys
stare off at the azimuth -
first summer's day

Saturday, June 16, 2018


almost unnoticed
in this heat and haze
Catawbaw blossoms
falling in the rain

Sunday, June 3, 2018

spring haze
tall masts on the river
barely visible now

heat spell --
a scent like lilac cloying
closer to the ground

Sunday, May 13, 2018


our garden view
plum trees let go and grown wild
the rest gone to Hell

Saturday, May 12, 2018

A Gloss On Discourse

Actually, I live in the North, even though I'm from the Show Me state, yet perhaps the first loving words whispered in my ear were in a laconic Texas drawl. And I often find myself in conversation with total strangers, unusual in itself, whether of necessity, or some unstated need, for plain old conversation, or, to allow people to reveal themselves, yet not as often out of a sense of empathy as you might think.

These past few months, however, I've had an ominous sense, begat by a barrage overcrowding reams of conflicting stimuli and information, of yet still greater and greater isolation - or, maybe, has it been a few *years*? Call it exponential, or call it what you will. For one, this century's demographic has changed drastically - people are younger, or I'm older - many of them outliers as I imagined myself to be, on the move, with racial differences, too, a global representation most unfamiliar including a diversity of new languages, exotic though indistinguishable for that reason, and more likely for the sudden lack of my lingo, which is the parlance of what is now a century past.

I detect a lessening of vocabulary, and it's demise, too, affecting our skill for discourse, part and parcel of that rising frustration, quick and apparent, as well a certain NewSpeak embedded in communication networks spanning broad sections of society - hurried, abbreviated, at once conveying both tension and animosity. I used to boast, "there's only five people I know that think *this* fast" - but now? Two dead, two equally distant, then another who shares the last man's quiet wish to find Peace; pack of Winstons, pair of clean socks, a quart of Johnny Walker Black. But believe me when I mention quick thinking. Comprehension, when wandering beyond memes with agendas, leans to confusing the adherents and results in the affronted flaming arrows and accusations from every aerie imaginable. I've had plenty of field trials in that regard. More and more of late on a quest to find meaning in someone else's hatred.

Why else do I say it, or better yet, suffer some embarrassment? Despite some who would still deny this phenomenon even to spite their face. That is troublesome. But, you know, what it just might come down to ... one's ability to listen.

across the clay, braving the mizzle
a bent old man talks to himself

Thursday, May 10, 2018


an iron moon --
reflected in shop windows
figures of feral children

through damp mist
and retreating ice -
a channel cat's ghost
gently rises


a wish, a cloud set adrift, it floats beset by chill winds,
a feeling, solipsistic - exhaustion is your friend -
a sleepless amble, a dream awakened by a frown
through the mist, across the flume,
an idle mind wanders, searching through each room

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

red bean soup

a mountain's shadow
` bows down before it -
red bean soup

Sunday, April 29, 2018

cold noodles

65 years - 200 meters
the distances traveled
to share cold noodles

Wednesday, April 18, 2018


people on there way
to a church; or a wedding,
a funeral, I can't say
see their faces, O'na
do you see their faces?

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Noon in the Middle Kingdom (amerikan spoken here)

hmm, look at that baby, clean lines, Corinthian leather, and,
(sssnnniiifff) that new weapon smell!

· Reply · 44m

I think the Chinese are trying to bankrupt the US. They prefer that to actual war.

· Reply · 1h

that's part of war - they stopped buying treasuries already - "death to Amerika"

· Reply · 34m

Yes, but I like to mince words.

· Reply · 33m

no, no, no, that ain't me babe - ` made sure to put it in quotes

· Reply · 33m

Yes, but Uncle Confucius wants YOU! Use your head, son.

· Reply · 31m

come on board for the big win... sir?

· Reply · 30m

No, just follow the Middle Way.

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observe the squirrel - yes, I think I understand now

· Reply · 29m

Good. Now leave all your aircraft carriers in my bath tub.

· Reply · 28m

what about my ducks?! ... oh

· Reply · 27m

We can use then for firing practice.

· Reply · 27m

get an estimate first

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Bashaar plus 20.

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from a reliable contractor - betty's list?

· Reply · 26m

Betty crock of what, eh?

· Reply · 25m

a service to find services

· Reply · 25m

but remember - back down the ladder may cost you more

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The true searcher for the way enters the rock cliff cave and then contemplates the guano.

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I love a good guerro solo

· Reply · 23m

That figures. I'll tell president Xi that one. He'll have a good ho ho ho.

· Reply · 22m

not now it's nappies

· Reply · 22m

everyone's asleep

· Reply · 21m

But it's noon in the Middle Kingdom.

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Saturday, April 14, 2018

I could, could I

I could could I
replenish with just a limning