Long conversationsbeside blooming irises —joys of life on the road— Bashō On the Road: iris detail (Credit: Geo Davis) Conversation — the currency of voyagers and flaneurs — and blooming — the byproduct of a peripatetic path — are *among* the joys. So many joys… ...
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Coffee Ring
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 ...
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 ...
Hazmat
What?!?! Have I totally lost the plot, you're thinking, right? One might well wonder lately if we've all lost the plot. Tempestuous times. Wacky ways; weird days. Too much vitriolic verbosity. Too little tolerance. Too little curiosity... Beware the tox- ic rumor mill, which sits unground, on dusty sill. The lines above come from a reflection on toxicity and tolerance and combinatorial ...
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 ...