the songs bring me no joy be- cause the songs don't know the sky has fallen and i have no breath to sing
May 22, 2023
Ajax Kallistrate
to write is to feast. i am hungry very much of the time.
May 5, 2023
i'm dreaming of a little house, a little lawn, a little garden. trees. crocus. daffodil bulbs. creeping thyme, pots of rosemary and basil. garlic. trellised beans and tomatoes. corn in a good year, squash if the climate allows. a porch, a patio. grill. sunshade. wind chimes. bird feeder. me and you. summer shimmer on the horizon. drone of a single engine overhead. dandelions. blue and purple violets. white clover. bees. hummingbirds. robins and mourning doves. a curtain lifting in the breeze. settling there among life, verdant life.
May 4, 2023
i live in small spaces and love with all my heart
March 14, 2023
are we all losers here, collectively collecting at the industrial drain catch, catch- all for an economic sink hole, wholly here for a pay- check checking a disheartened screen screen- ing another offer offering another plateau of work week weakened doing dust collecting while i write poetry in front of an oil fryer
April 3, 2023
always bring your best self to the table and you will never go hungry
October 22, 2022
The little golden door has let me through. It was too small at first, but I knelt to touch the handle and I am on the other side now.
March 14, 2020
i am an orphan an alien full of homelessness on this strange sound stage called Earth. ~ anonymous
February 1, 2020
life is a flywheel life is a perpetual motion machine life is a charger I need electricity bitch!
October 14, 2022
When your skull rattles on the hamster wheel and You can't tell your feet from your shoes and they Have you down for A sign on the dotted line to feed your Family a hand-me-down meal, 'cause if you're Going to survive you're going To have to make it Work, make a home, make a life when work Is home, work is life, when An honest day is honestly an Act, a head long follow through Of just enough until some fragile moment pulls you off the manic round about and you forget why and remember for whom, forget the whine of the wheel and remember a shared meal, remember that it's not the hanging of the hat but the hand in the hand, that the tunnel is only a vision and the check the means to the end of the day, that nothing we build will last beyond the graveyard shift, when you remember what it's all about, when you remember Love.
September 3, 2022
