“As long as you're dancing, you can Break the rules. Sometimes breaking the rules is just Extending the rules. Sometimes there are no rules.” ~ Mary Oliver ...
Midlife Poems
Middling
"Fair to middlin'...," she says, visibly, audibly, olfactorily tired. Like a threshold, I think to myself but say nothing since she looks and sounds unready for clever or even philosophical fat chewing. "How have you been?" I had asked reflexively. "Fine, and you?" That's what I expected if I expected anything at all. But instead, a verbal grimace, "Fair to middlin'." I can't help but prologue her ...
Third Boob
I've just noticed that my third boob — a surplus nipped areola, smaller, less pigmented, lower, left of center, roughly midway between east tit and belly button — is almost gone. Vanishing from neglect, I suspect, or maybe just obscured by “the beard on my belly”, dubbed such by my nephews a dozen years ago. Yes, I just shared the first fifteen lines of a riff on my third breast. True. The poem. ...
Autodidact
Autodidact Allow for awe. Savor enigma. Strive to become more curious. Permit your wonder to metastasize. Pursue your questions' headwaters. Sing solutions. Dance with answers. Remember to swap tunes and partners no matter how fetching, how beguiling. Humility and gratitude will excuse your wanton ways and multifarious conquests. Court riddles and seduce new mysteries. Give yourself permission to ...
Tea Bag Truism
Dumpster diving for new goals and a clean slate. It's paramount to create from decay and erosion. From margins to mainstream, mind over mattress. Incentives are paramount. Stay tuned... ...
Cuckold Moon
Broken trees, broken promises, this is my picture of contentment, at home last night, tonight. A spectacular view for all who remember how to laugh. Gents, beware the cuckold moon. ...