What matters there doesn’t matter here
April 12, 2024
April 6, 2024
Many Things Make Me Question Many Things
David, but it’s not always why
Years flying by and moments that linger
All manner of circles and spirals that hide among them
Directions on all fronts
Every useful false binary and the relationships between truth, facts, utility, information, more generally
Do we call it an economy?
We will always be back then?
But I am here and then (now) you are here.
Many words have many meanings all around your feet.
My hands are stained, there’s still that, and I prefer bar soap in a shower, but have only the slightest preference in other settings.
Remember Lava?
Like, Where do these things go, and what does it mean to me? I mean for me? Or I mean that, too.
Like lead and read and tear.
And like stew, and hew, and steer.
February 24, 2024
Flood the Zone (Again)
Heavy trails mixed with trials
Simple shapes like spheres and cones
One reign follows another
The thing about a metronome
Comfort food, arithmetic, working the stops
The weather is up and down
These signs mean something to somebody somewhere
January 28, 2024
Carrion Bird
On on on on
On off on on
The swelling a sign
The signal a progress
Off on on on
Far from home again with the precipitation
Buying being bringing among
The filling and then the filing then the forever
Off off off off
You’re on and then you’re going
Suddenly follows perception
This container again
This gravity
And finally this willingness
January 22, 2024
The Fingers Move in the Light
What you hide, I now know
Fall forward, again, and mark your consequences
The light flashing in the corner of your vision
The long dark road, the shifting borders
Field after field after field and once more with the lights
This is the sunrise that will become a memory
This is dew on the exposed skin of your forearms, inside your elbow
You know the smell and you know what it’s like for the possible to be sitting right in front of you in a smart get up
What will tomorrow taste like after all the stitches
January 11, 2024
Books Are Dangerous (Sonnets Are Dangerous)
Bears are dangerous
The sky is dangerous
December 19, 2023
The Many Decline
On deck or overboard it gets dark early this time of year
Develop, develop, develop, develop
The wasteful won’t inherit jack in this gothic romance
And a silhouette and a promontory and weather.
Retire to the fire and think about a better future
Like train travel and a green economy
We can share.
December 12, 2023
Forever-ever
December 11, 2023
December 6, 2023
It Comes Before the Question
Is there really a finest goldsmith in any age?
We find ourselves smack in the middle of the Season of the Word of the Year and so many of its brethren,
And while we’re ok on split wood for a while, there’s not enough to last the Winter.
Tomorrow I’ll be back to work.
Meanwhile you’re focused on stretches and taking care of things.
You’re love of architecture is infectious,
And you have so many things to share.
These are the last moments we’ll spend together and we both know it.
Once upon a time all gulfs were uncrossable.
Nobody had a taste for looking back and the plants just kept on growing.
Someone invented the word ford and someone else made great boats and some other someone still was good at bridges.
This is the time that just keeps going.
When I hold up my hand, how many fingers do you see?
Write it down and remember me.
December 3, 2023
Oh What (Interrupted Sonnet)
Early December in the midst of borrowed conventions
Some would say focus, others would motion to an equidistance
Forget everything you