Monthly Archives: May 2014
Militant Introvert: Your Struggle is not My Struggle
“I know you struggle with your Introversion.” What? Someone said that to me the other day. And I thought hmm, and being a good Introvert I mulled it over for a while to pin down what I thought about that. … Continue reading
Musing on No Ants
The ants don’t parade through the bathroom this Summer in their annual, persistent passage to the Kitchen Cabinets. Cabinets which have no discernible Draw, no dietary possibilities, no holy grail of Dirt or sugar or anything. Chemicals and pans Reside … Continue reading
Musing: Button with One Hole
Button with One Hole Too clever by far Too clever or perhaps not at all The Sublime twist of words Tickling the synapses My neurons enjoy my dexterity I feel the tickle down my spine Forgetting that subtlety is not … Continue reading
Even My Fingers Can’t Help Me Count
Who’s Counting? My name is Joe and I can’t count. I cannot count. People laugh when I tell them this. They say, Don’t you have a degree in mathematics? I say, Yes, but mathematics is not counting. Mathematics is abstractions … Continue reading
Musings on Broth, Kefir and Coffee
So, it’s come to this, Morning Ritual. No yellow eyed eggs staring at Me with unconditional love, no skillet of Siren singing bacon calling to my waking Spirit, no butter smeared toast stretching Out to tickle my slumbering desire. Too … Continue reading
Going All Putin on the Vines
What the hell happened to your arms? I said to myself this morning. Though perhaps I should have been more stern and said, What the hell happened to your arms…Joe? Though the answer eluded me for a moment it did … Continue reading
Musings on Holes and Hearts
They said there’s a hole in your Heart. Physical, ya know, not Emotional, I must tell myself. Laughing at it won’t make it go Away, won’t take away the knowing, The ache, the break or genetic mistake. A shadow on … Continue reading
Elegy on an Aphid Free Morning
Survivor of winter, nasty sprays and weekly Beatings. Destroyer of foliage, branches and Flowers. Crusher of my hopes, my bounty and Spring anticipations. But your sticky celebration was Delivered too soon. Your spirited flights of joy Sputtered as I rose … Continue reading
Musing on Gloves and Gardening
Bruises, calluses and slivers live next to Cuts, scrapes and blisters. My hands my Only hands have become a gated Community of environmental abuses Heaped on my hands, my only hands. Branches, cheap plywood and aged shovels Release their frustration … Continue reading
Fortress of Dissolitude 