The Little Words Mean the Most

Now cultivating

 

An attitude of gratitude

A majesty of irony

 

 

My wife of 37 years dies suddenly: Simone Joyaux

 

And I had no idea how far...

Sim One's influence had spread = 3+ decades of training, consulting, teaching, books, encouraging, influencing, nurturing, caring, high ground...

Within a month, her tribute site swarmed with more than 14,500 visits

If you could make poems

 

from

discards

wastage

outtakes

the stuff that got in the way

 

 

Are we just victims now?

 

The scam came that close.

         We're old. You have to wonder: Are we just victims now?

         Are we prey? And, if so, why not?

         My father spent his last two years in a nursing home. He'd graduated high school into the Great Depression; slogged through WW2 as private first class; endured a disdainful wife and her princely son (that would be me); worked in a factory until he retired.

         Dad's vanities were few. But he appreciated watches. Not extravagant Swiss status-pieces, mind you. He appreciated dependable, durable watches that told time accurately. He went into his last nursing home with just such a one on his hairy, mottled, thinning wrist. Someone there stole it, cunningly swapping his Hamilton for a drugstore Timex, to conceal the theft.

         We are prey.

         And don't you forget it.

 

 

being CLEVER is for STUPID poeple

 

greetings, pasters

laura diane (your old house is collapsing) greg (your "masterpiece" is well-maintained) bob & offspring-ish

lostintime

 

it will be and you will be and i will have been: an adoring testament to you all

 

what happens when

you no longer have to worry about what it costs

can we afford it?

we'll see I guess

mostly we milk the irony

drop one in the bucket: thank you to so many who worried alongside

drop two in the bucket: will this heal anything?

having money at hand facing America's 2020 healthcare system?

couldn't hurt ~ or hurts less but even ready cash

has a border and an abyss nearby

 

LEDE: I always assumed it would all turn out normal

 

[book in progress]

 

My First Real Kiss / And Last Days

I always assumed it would all turn out normal.

Whatever that might be. That was the gift from my parents and my hometown and my family. That normal was here, commonly available, at anyone's fingertips. You had to try; not a lot; just enough to get by.

I must say, though, looking back 72 years: it turned out harder than I suspected.

But what are you going to do?

Organisms are organisms. Values are values. Infrequently do they agree.

 

https://www.crisisaid.org/

 

why not?

 

 

 

Window Open poems

 

there's so much to learn about patterns

you need to listen ~ I forget

crack a nearby window ~ I forget

a goose squadron transects the silence ~ I forget

a who-who will arrive and ask

a nudging wind will say breathe please

it's good for you

 

 

What I scratched into the stall wall, then to bed

 

        

That global NGO "industry" is an untidy skein of causes; thick, messy cable: a surging (unstoppable?) movement which (I believe) just MIGHT — in the end — save (no guarantees; it's up to you and me and billions more) our savagely suffering planet — as government and the so-called "adults" who "run" that part of our lives prove themselves inadequate, inept, shortsighted, self-absorbed, corrupt and emotionally-stunted cynical assholes no better than their 5th-grade selves.

         And since (I suspect) many FOR-profit corporations should simply be quarantined as infections ... as several Nobel-laureate economists will (MORE suspicion) demonstrate via research a half-century from now (that gargle you hear? me praying) ... when they prove that a benign-seeming modifier such as "industry interrupter" is in truth a synonym for "sociopath."

         Ear buds aren't what they seem. But, yeah, you knew that.