Poetry – Page 3 – Tribe Of Flannel

It Starts With Fog | 9.28.22

Heading into the fog out here, you lose a second or two of seeing where you’re headed. It’s in that brief period of seemingly endless time where the mind wanders. Man, does it wander.

With Penny.. On an adventure.. I am following you around the yard.It’s June and we’re looking for all the things that thrive.You’re eight-and-three-quarters. Animals and insects love you.They stop what they’re doing to greet you.You spend your time talking to them. I am amazed. This is what we do every morning while your sister sleepsContinue reading “Half An Acre | 6.16.22”

Cycles | 4.28.2022

Sometimes I get sadand I focus on obscure minutiaeto get me out of that hole. Lately, I’ve been sadso I’ve been focusing on a barn quiltI’m having made for the outside of the house. Barn quilts are a Vermont thing.Patterns on wood – painted or otherwise – placed in place to give passerby’s a hintofContinue reading “Cycles | 4.28.2022”

Tastebuds | 4.8.2022

I’ve lived a thousand livesEach with its own forgotten festivalsIn sync and alone. Sometimes I was in focusSometimes I walked along the side – Watching,Waiting to be let in. Keeping pace…Scrambling over the debris.Making fires to keep warm. But whether I was center stageor just there to pour the wine, I always gave it allContinue reading “Tastebuds | 4.8.2022”

Ingo Lilpeach

I’ve always had a thing for nicknames – maybe even a thing for new names – even though I like my name. Ingo Lilpeach was one that I never told anyone about. Maybe an alter-ego?Maybe a medieval character in the part of my imagination thatclosest resembles “The Princess Bride”? I don’t know. But the nameContinue reading “Ingo Lilpeach”

Spur of the Moment: Turtle Creek (no editing)

Winter birdssing spring songsCelebratingdays beforewhen it was warm…Like springin winter. The banks of the riveredged in ice.Frozen boat rockscreek louder thanthe bird song. It’s still winter.Very much winters My thought are warmbut I should have worn gloves.

That Skull and Wreath Combo

I take a ton of pictures. Sometimes I’ll take a picture and let it simmer – so that when I return to it, if I return to it, it has a different meaning. Such is the case with this picture – taken randomly as I was walking up to the driveway from the house. ItContinue reading “That Skull and Wreath Combo”

Clay

Memories… I can remember back to when I was 2-3 years old. Good memories and bad memories. Big family parties and a small kitchen knife that stuck into my finger when I was washing dishes in my diaper. (I’ll show you the scar.) But my memories are mostly good, because it was mostly good. (And,Continue reading “Clay”

Save Some Light For Me | 3.28.21

In my dreamsI visit familiar housesjust to hear familiar voices. I see things likerocks and treestaking over dining roomswith too many doorways… And small scaletechnical TV’swith lizards livingbehind their screens. I talk to peoplesitting inside wallsKnitting.We talk aboutbaseball gamesthey watched onthose reptile TV’s. People without facesthat would havefamiliar faces.If they had faces. Their eyes outContinue reading “Save Some Light For Me | 3.28.21”

A Wash Of Indigo…

Brain: That was pretty heavy… Spotify: Alright! I’m going to play “Meadowlake Street” by Ryan Adams…. The whole War On Drugs discography… Oh! And “Lost Stars” by Adam Levine! Brain: Seriously? Heart: Wooohoo! Brain: Dude.