Poet Commentaries

Fundamental Matter

April 20, 2018 // 0 Comments

a quirk produces quarks a quagmire Few notice the ripple of nature as they pass through it.  Sure there are the larger waves of movements that are noted; the flutter of [...]

Miss Directed

April 10, 2018 // 0 Comments

The laughter. I wonder about isolating each of the Guides’ giggles, like a choir master. To rearrange the girls according to the infectiousness of their tone and the [...]

April’s Last Snowflakes

April 7, 2018 // 0 Comments

    Flakes so big they have legs, exoskeletons made of clouds, spiders with little tails wagging trailing a snipped silk emblica the sole purpose, some scientists [...]

Out of Darkness

April 2, 2018 // 0 Comments

(picture is not mine and I could not get credit….) once dawn is drawn out of the ink its put back again The brush wicks out from puddle dark retrieved primary. Now [...]


March 30, 2018 // 0 Comments

spilled water and blood all over my equations and in my poems  The Tulip knows when to take those tentative steps out of the bulb.  It is fully aware of breaking out [...]

Prudently Busting Balls

March 20, 2018 // 0 Comments

Of course patching up and apologizing is part of life…to a point.  I suppose if I really worked at it a LONG write could be undertaken about just what our [...]

Snapshot of Space

January 28, 2018 // 0 Comments

If we understand people it is about moving walls and making doors, not tearing them down. ~Michael Schepers through a wall of fur he finds wiggle room and purrs at teat [...]

Evil Garden Plot

January 27, 2018 // 0 Comments

              What a sticky situation.  My wife inherited a garden gnome.  Her family called him Smiley but I have trouble getting that [...]

Do the Math

January 19, 2018 // 0 Comments

Do the Math   Equations, coded internal languages and rules come out in our walk as stomp, shuffle, glide or some combination thereof.  The head hung too low or [...]

Nights, Seem, Stormy

January 17, 2018 // 0 Comments

    I do not write a new poem today.  Time is taken to compile and to purposely share.  Poetry is data not a selfie. It tells us something.   What follows are [...]