Archive for August, 2019

Swiftly Alone

Posted: August 31, 2019 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writing
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Repost from July 2016. This needs dusted off and read by the few billion people that didn’t get a chance to read it the first time.


The coming and going of the ones in our life
One day they are there
the next they are gone
They move on in their travels
as I do and they say the same of me
None of us really knows where.
River of life is filled to its banks
with the flesh and souls of the ones we once knew
Family tied together by thin threads
Others appear as strangers one day
and we are carried by the currents together
trying to stay within reach with heads above water
attached only by our weak grips and wet string
but swift and deep waters slowly move us apart
Pulled from the last touch of our finger tips
we can only raise our hand in good-bye
yelling of places we will meet just around the bend
watching and listening until we lose sight
and each other’s shouts are no longer heard.
we are left moving swiftly alone.



Posted: August 7, 2019 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writing

I don’t know what they gave but I may want more.

Do you remember acid? I think they may have given me some. My mind is much clearer now and I am remembering my dreams and they are in color. I haven’t been able to remember my dreams for many years. A couple shots of “Alabama Sleeper” and voila, I now realize that I’m remembering my dreams. I even remember how to spell “voila”.

Sweet home Alabama! …….. Boo! Boo! Boo! Damn earworm!

We may need a shot of Neil Young!