Strange feelings abound tonight. It's moist... not quite damp... above the treeline. Not so bad compared to most summers, this one is a winner. I can tell, and we're early in the race toward labor day ( Read more... )

Just like ducking bullets... but more intense ( Read more... )

In retrograde I'll set my mind
Through summer's scorch, then verdant spring
And into winter, where to find
Autumn's door is open wide.

The leaves rise up to join their kin
While sunsets patiently ascend
And all that's copper starts to stain
To shades of green, then back again.

To the sun... and back. Set my feathered raft afloat upon the cosmic currents, to drift, free from Earthly encumberance. To fly and to burn, at the apex of this life, is to do justice to the voyage. Sadly, if my heart ceases while I plunge to Earth, it will only have been in agony of missing its mark.

I am a clown, in tatters,
Fighting against my leash.

While the crowd gathers,
The memory of my dance
Is overrun by hunger.

Entrenched so deep within the expectation
I can only hope to disappoint. 

 
I dip into it every so often. A tumultuous, quivering mass of junk mail, bills from impotent institutions, whiny love letters, receipts from sandwich shops, special offers, fake checks from shady lenders, cigarette foil, coupons for bedding goods and pizza (two things I have had enough of in my life), and fortune cookie messages sits upon the ( Read more... )

 
From this particular place, on my particular porch, the trees all resemble something from a pointillist piece.

Living on the edge of the greenbelt affords many small luxuries... experiences taken for granted by those of my neighbors too busy to slip outside their glass doors. Like all things in nature, the subtleties sink in slowly, between the ( Read more... )

Past the emotional wrecks,
The destitute "ex",
The princesses, fakers, and frauds...
The shrews and control freaks,
Not too brash or too weak,
Trusting yet skeptical,
Reserved yet wonderful
Waiting still for life to peak...

Are you real or just something to seek?

For my mind is a flourish
With you at the finish
In laces and dress,
Though I'm always a mess,
And ( Read more... )

Drums echoed throughout the canyon as a cult gathering were afoot. "Do you think that's some Austin band preparing fir a gig" Mike asked. "No" I answered, "we'd better get around this brush anyhow".

We crouched and slithered our way along the greenbelt for the first quarter-mile after the trail mysteriously ended. Mesquite branches cut deep, and we ( Read more... )

Thoughts which won't subside ( Read more... )