Tag Archives: musings
Musings on Boiling Broth
The broth inches toward a boil. Tendrils of liquid fat swirl around, Sharks in a whirlpooling frenzy. Circling, Diving, Reappearing. A watched pot never boils. But I don’t care if it roils. I’m watching the motion. Watching the self-organization. Its … Continue reading
Musings, the Audio Sessions II
The Diamond and the Damned One ring may rule them all But two will bind us together. Commitments hard as diamonds, Bound to an infallible ideal Designed to reflect change and weather sieges, Daily remind us of choices made … Continue reading
Musings on a Coffee Shop Chair
The paintings hanging on the coffee shop wall Look at the line of empty chairs and say, “You are empty.” The chairs look back and reply, “You are two dimensional.” “You are functional.” “You are superfluous.” “You are used.” “You … Continue reading
Musings, the Audio Sessions
Inspired to record some musings. Because musings, after all, are best served out loud. Or more precisely, if they are going to be in my head they should be in yours as well. Shout out to The Mirror Obscura and Dark Ecologies. … Continue reading
I Want to Build a Clock
I want to build a clock, Tick, tick, tock. A monument to passing moments Mounted on a mirror so Time can reflect upon itself. I want to build a clock, Tick, Tock, tock, A sculpture to the passing seconds Strung … Continue reading
The Diamond and the Damned
The Diamond and the Damned One ring may rule them all But two will bind us together. Commitments hard as diamonds, Bound to an infallible ideal designed To reflect change and weather sieges, Daily remind us of choices made that … Continue reading
Musings on a Bowl of Coriander
Obsessions I didn’t know I had Surfaced in a bowl of coriander. Compulsion to pluck each seed From every stem. Right now. I’m not like this, really. Just a few more. Rolling the seeds in your fingers. Clink, clink, clink. … Continue reading
Musings on Life’s Kickstands
The Kickstand on the chair is apparently an aesthetic Touch as it did nothing to stop me from collapsing To the floor when I read your note. What would have stopped the fall? A call? Would an awkward exchange before … Continue reading
Musings on Knotty Pine Memories
Musings on Knotty Pine Memories Knotty pine from the dark corner of someone else’s Remodeled basement release a familiar odor as I cut it down to size. The resin flavored aroma sends me to another place. But I don’t know … Continue reading
Fortress of Dissolitude 