Precision, I suppose, is the want of digits, though I’ve paired my nails with guillotines for the better part of four decades. Habit guides my thumb and forefinger in the dark as I follow the soft fingerprinted mounds. Who says poetry about clipping one's nails is slightly off? Starting now, I usher the rudiments of personal hygiene from the margins to the mainstream... Onward! ...
Off to Paddle
Sometimes it is right and good to close the lid, push back your chair, lock the door, and head out onto a slow-flowing stream or lake for a paddle. Tranquil tonic. Solitude. No permission. No regrets. ...
Slurp
It used to be rude, Except home alone, With blinds down, Slippers on and hot Homemade soup in An old chipped mug, Two smoldering logs Sighing over coals In a sooty fireplace. (Source: "Slurp", 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) From down-home cozy to global content consumption in two tidy stanzas. Beat that! ...
Rucksack
It’s time for a moratorium On worries and procrastination, On moorings and parking meters And slipped opportunities. It’s time for a rucksack manifesto. A few lines from one of my current favorites. It's still a rough, rough draft. I've been dancing with it for longer than almost anything else in this project. I've given up repeatedly, abandoned it, tried to forget about it. But it keeps ...
Small Press
A press. A small press. For grapes and wine. For apples and hard, tart cider. But this diminutive hand-me-down is not the only small press that I have been considering lately. I believe that it is the right time for a pair of small presses. Companions. I can hardly imagine what spirited offspring they might conceive! ...
Rules
"Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes… The ones who see things differently — they’re not fond of rules… You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things… They push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see ...