Coffee Ring Excerpt (Source: Geo Davis) Some mornings manifest with déjà-vu-esque familiarity. This morning. The clock sighed backwards into a poem that was born early in this meandering middlescence, about six years ago. Coffee RingMorning’s lazy flyAnd I consider theCoffee ring phantomOf your mug half full.No grinds to read.Only lingering scents,The dregs of youth,The dross of ...
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Dance, Dance, Dance
Sometimes I can dance for hours with total abandon. A true trance. Processing. Exorcising. Recovering. Advance to trance because it’s remedy. Let it go, feel the flow, fast, then slow. (Source: Dance Trance) Dance can be such a total commitment (or no commitment at all!) and a profoundly visceral and immersive act. It’s a way to wrestle the beast without damaging yourself, without damaging ...
Benign
Dermatology visit. Yes, a poem about body dots! This up-close-and-personal (too personal?!) account is approximately midway through a poem about my first dermatologist appointment. He touches a mole on my neck then dips darting eyes to my chest, to hairy, pigmented spots and rough, pinkish patches. Seborrheic keratosis. Solar lentigo. Normal. No cause for concern. These middle years ...
Wonder
Do you ever stop to wonder why the green ink spilling from your fountain pen in paisleys and undulating hills doesn't seep through the paper like water following hidden seams in the earth, seeping into the streams and rivers then emptying into the ocean? Some questions breed questions, not answers. Or at least that's been my experience. It likely explains my perennially perplexed ...
Brooding & Sultry
In search of a lift (think therapeutic laugh of the deep-soul variety), I'm rewinding to December 3, 2011. Flash back. Inspired (not really the right word... maybe provoked?) by a review in the Wine Spectator, I uploaded a slightly irreverent and unnecessarily looong audio sketch. By way of introduction: You might enjoy this curmudgeonly if slightly pompous fart that wafted out of the magazine ...
St. Patrick’s Day
St. Patrick's day transports me back in time – half a lifetime ago or so – to my parochial school days. [pullquote]St. Patrick's Day was popular because we were permitted to swap tie-and-sweater dress code for wild green Irish-inspired costumes.[/pullquote] I attended a Catholic day school, but I wasn't Catholic. St. John's was understood to be the most academically rigorous option within ...