Category Archives: Poetry

Buffalo Tom | 9.7.23

Details fadelike taillights in fog.Just the minutiaenothing major. So, it won’t be like bumping into a stranger. But,with a sigh of relief –everything will seem newevery time. What a fantastic thing! This was a fantastic summer.Like a bug in a jar,I couldn’t escape. But was I even trying? As someone who swore offsuch things inContinue reading “Buffalo Tom | 9.7.23”

John Mayer | 8.25.23

Familiar feelingsabout something and not someone… The thrill of diving deeper…The fear of not finding the bottom.The fact that there is no bottom… The sudden change of pace.An extra ingredient in the game of life. I’m getting distracted on purpose. It comes in waves.I may be a strong swimmer,but what am I missing on theContinue reading “John Mayer | 8.25.23”

David Gilmour | 8.15.23

A plateau can happen with anything… A period where nothing’s coming inand nothing’s going out. We are creatures who thrive on input.So these brief moments can make or break any situation. I find that it’s best to hold on –Stay the course..Don’t look backAnd don’t think forward… Don’t speculate.Especially when you don’t know.. You putContinue reading “David Gilmour | 8.15.23”

Gordon Lightfoot | 7.26.23

Soft featuresthat come with hard lines. I cross lines all the time… Deadpan deliverythat breaks the ice.Legions of laughterthat drew me out of hiding.. You get to know peopleand people get to know you.But I feel so disconnectedwhen I head out on my own. Laser-focused and drowning – but somehow I’m breathing.So there’s no needContinue reading “Gordon Lightfoot | 7.26.23”

Blueberries and Rain

Growing up on my grandparent’s farm, I had the benefit of walking out into the orchard with my cereal bowl and picking some fresh blueberries to go along with my morning cornflakes. Somewhere in late May, maybe early June, my aunt and cousins would come over and we would drag out the massive nets toContinue reading “Blueberries and Rain”

Lash The Mast | 4.22.23

… 5:08am Cat claws on sunburnt skin are easier to ignore than you might think when you’re trying to get another hour of sleep… Tori Amos plays on in the other room. I’m trying not to listen. But decided to let her sounds take me into another round of dreaming. All attempts are unsuccessful andContinue reading “Lash The Mast | 4.22.23”