full moon insomnia

racing minds are like the hare that never cross' the finish the line
feeling overtake thinking the way of the persistant tortise
i create characters for the sitcoms in my mind
but my refusal to follow the arc of plot
without laugh track or crisis makes for
a boring utopia of stoic inatimates
contemplation without action
the full moon casting down
bright lights over the
stadium of night-time
only a quiet yawn
silent comentary




location:environment:
home:calm

D.H. Lawrence

location:environment: parksville carreer centre

"However smart we be, however rich and clever or loving or charitable or
spiritual or impeccable, it doesn't help us at all. The real power comes in
to us from the beyond. Life enters us from behind, where we are
sightless, and from below, where we do not understand. And unless we
yield to the beyond, and take our power and might and honor and glory
from the unseen, from the unknown, we shall continue empty." - D.H.
Lawrence

riverbend

location:environment: office of riverbend RV park;

my first day on my own, again
i have shame for my feelings
wonder about the strength of will
soul endurance to withstand the daily trials
now i simply require the power to lift
the garbage bag into the dumpster

thecoalminersdaughter

location:environment: tahsis:another rainy day in paradise


the coal miners daughter
once upon a time,
I planted a apple tree
to celebrate the birth of a sisters daugher,
she grew up infant to small girl,
in school clothes and long pony tail
innocently,the first born
her brothers, not yet on the scene,
quiet and sensitive, inquisitve and enthusiatic
when we would get togethere for our visit
she would talk to me about Dora;
a cartoon mate with a backpack like hers,
she was adventureous this little pip of fiction
Curiosity killed the cats questions about how or
why the world around her spins and grows wildly
developement of species labeled human evolution
changes the ground we walk on everyday,
rebererations from down under or upstream
her husband had lost two of his fingers
working in the community gold mine
called El dorato, to bravely oppose
a canadian mining company ms.
· Dora Alicia Sorto Recinos
of El Salvador was Murdered
while eight months pregnant,
December 26, 2009.

fancymacaroni

location: kitchen table
environment: intermitant rain

yum
the love in this food
tastes great
i was mad as a child
when i found out your had left
returned with bad news
but now the storm is past
leaving only the wind rustling
the leaves in the eaves
i was happy as a irish gig
when i recieved a call from my
darhling librariean
letting me know i was over due
for a chit chat

animalblessing

location:parksville library
environment:fakequiet

a wild whisper
secret promiss to my
souls
heart
to not become tame
to admit tomyself
or yourself
an anyone that will hear
a committment to be with
my adventures animal spririts
to keep alive an intention of
cedars noble actions
the odd compulsion of mammal instinct
and a great celebration for the start
where the story knew only
the reptail brain version
of what is it to exsist.

islandlife

location:prendergast
environment:grown up and with cat

new goals emerge as i take into account my rebirth
what have i been waiting for so long
the writing on the wall
in bloom at the grocercy store
now self published in glossy paper
to a select group of comrades who
happen to be on my mailing list
to officiate my intentionally flawed
design
by putting it thru the mail
bringing it into a non anonomous format
while still hiding behind a nom du plume