Poetry

Friday, June 19, 2009: Some Days The World Stumbles

Some days the World stumbles.
You really cannot blame him.

He is only now learning
how to walk.

And trying to run
tumbles over and

skins his knee.
These things happen.

Kiss the ground
to make it better.

Poetry

Friday, May 08, 2009: Haiku

Across blue silence,
the Sun trills a song of clouds;
fingertips, same song.

Dream

Wednesday, March 25, 2009: Truck driving, white apartment

He was driving a UPS truck at night on very narrow streets. The brakes did not work. He downshifted and turned and turned, until he made a safe crash into a post.

He was living in an apartment with his friends. Everything was white: white furniture, white drapes, white floors, white walls.

Dream

Sunday, March 22, 2009: Shifting Faces

He dreamed that he and his wife were lying in bed beneath the make-shift tent of a white down comforter. He suddenly realized he was dreaming. He tried an experiment. He looked at his wife's face, then looked away, then looked back again. Each time, her face changed. Once, she had no nose. Another time, she looked like Groucho Marx.

Dream

Thursday, March 19, 2009: Space Debris

He walked alone at night on a beach along a small body of water. Suddenly, a fiery space capsule fell from the sky. It crashed next to a beach house. He walked over to the crash site. He sifted through the debris. He found a blue metal object, round at one end, square at the other end. He was no longer alone: a crowd of people were approaching. He walked away from the crowd, away from the crash site, taking the object with him.