That Click
The poem is a journey through change, both small and seismic. The unsticking of a gear signifies the start of a new narrative, challenging what we held as truth. The fan, long silent, cuts through stagnation but at a violent cost, suggesting change can be painful. Another gear moves, emphasizing that one change can trigger another, creating a chain reaction. Light and air breaking through indicate that even in dark times, change can illuminate and ventilate, but it also carries the cost of suffering. The stunned mother and baby embody the shock that often accompanies profound change; it leaves us speechless, questioning what comes next.
If I could ask any question
If I could ask any question, where would I start? Would I ask about music would I ask about art? Would I ask about conquest and power and pain? Or ask about truth and justice or rain? Would I ask about God or ask about men? Commandments or laws and what about Zen? Would I […]
The Intention and the System
The poem is all about setting intentions and then using Weekly Accounting to measure progress. It echoes ideas from Pirsig’s Metaphysics of Quality and Korzybsky’s General Semantics, connecting quality and language to system-building. “Row set” is a snapshot of metrics, like sonar mapping the ocean by sound. It shows you’re either in harmony with your system or need to tweak something. The overall message: align your intentions, systems, and actions, and you’ll know exactly what needs changing if things go off track.
Creating Space
What if I just stepped awayFrom all that I should do today? Maybe I would quickly learnAnd so, more easily discern,The sorts of things I’m needed for –And where I’m no use anymore. And if I feel resistance grow,Perhaps it’s something that I know,But could it be that I’m afraidThat what I find would lead […]
To My Friend Jared
TBD
The Fig and The Leaf
The Fig and The Leaf Once there was a figPlanted in the groundIt grew a leaf and then a stemAbout a quarter inch around. The root system kept growing. Sun was plentiful.The little tree kept growing Like spring so duty full Then it grew a few figs And gave all the food to themDidn’t grow any leaves From […]
Love Language
Love Language He sat and he wrote poetry And made love every night He always had his pants on And wrote by iPhones light
Beauty And The Beast
A meditation on sexiness.
Good News
I have a story to tell youI think you’ll know it’s trueIt’s the story of my journeyFrom me to us and you. Day to day I’ve been awayMy mind too dark to listenA man came by to lighten my loadAnd now my mind it glistens.The “good news” is it’s simple. But not what you have […]
Evolution
A poem about society.