the grass-fed fleet of mowers stilled

the bright red leaves of maples spilled

our chilly little town is filled

with sounds of schoolyard play

and yet my favorite part of Fall

is not the leaves nor children’s call

but just the simple fact that all

mosquitoes go away

One day the sun just disappeared

We knew not where it went

And as we searched the blackened sky

Our local space unbent

The Earth was hurled into space

Our journey had begun

And so we sailed the icy void

To find another sun

And frozen deep in cryo-sleep

We slipped the cosmic stream

And one day thawed and woke to find

It all had been a dream

Skoll and Hati

Are gaining on

Sol and Mani

As they race

Across the sky

In gold chariots,

And soon Skoll

Will devour Sol.

Pray that Hati

Does not also

Consume Mani,

For on that day

Ragnarok will

be upon us.

 

i gaze into the depths of space

and contemplate our cosmic place;

we’ve scanned the skies for other life

and never found a single trace.

but if some day we find it, then

(it’s less like if and more like when)

at last we’ll know our rightful place

as lonely gods or slighted men.

 

–Art by me

 

in

the soft

morning light

a spider’s web glows

life and death are played out

on the shimmering sunlit lattice

and it reminds us that every

thing is temporary

and all life

is as

one

–Photo by me

Once upon a simpler time

A land was found so nice

That people came

From all the world

To share the paradise.

The leaders, in their wisdom,

Formed a great democracy,

And every person had a voice,

And every man was free.

But as they wrote the laws,

There was a fact

They didn’t heed:

That freedom

Can be undermined

By man’s inherent greed.

One day they chose a leader

Who had said he’d

help the poor,

And though the man

Was filthy rich,

He wanted more and more.

He told the people

That the way to make

Their system healthy

Was to dig a little deeper

In their pockets

For the wealthy.

As you guessed,

The poor got poorer–

The rich would never share,

And so the people voted in

A greedy billionaire.

 

 

i slice through the thin night air

unimpeded

my shifting shadow lies

a thousand tiny lights

slide around the metal

of my bicycle

i suppose it’s a bit

surreal

for the drivers to see me

in their headlights

racing on in the night

with two bags of

groceries

(Originally posted 12/16)

 

images mirror

sky of

me make

,wonder

pool a if

water of

easily can

,eyes my fool

is else what

?illusion

–Photo by me

i see your smile

it stirs my mind

like a memory

from a cherished

time

i see your eyes

they flash at me

like a lighthouse

beckons ships at

sea

i see your heart

it makes me whole

like a feast before

a starving

soul

She frowned at me and said,

“Sometimes you know just

What to say to make me mad!”

 

Ergo I answered her thusly,

“I’m dubious, woman, that

Any scientist or magician,

Much less yours truly could

Contrive some technique to

Compromise the integrity

Of your ample brain case

And commence a rewiring

Of your emotional circuits

To enable us to assume

Command of your helm–

All just to make you mad;

You do it all by yourself.”

 

She lost her temper

At my words and said,

“You just did it again!”