When you spend time with friends but once a year And you've ostensibly converged to write, Your first task is to take the time to hear Each story; reconnect to reunite. Collectively, we've lost, and we are grieving; We've made mistakes, wrote things that made us proud, Annoyed Goliaths, complex interweaving- With one another's lives … Continue reading July 8: Birthday Presence

When there is just one CD drive on hand And it’s in a PC that’s six years old, To rip the files takes longer than one planned, And syncing to the cloud takes time untold. And so to pass the time, I chose to write, But there’s no Open Office here, by heaven! I gnashed … Continue reading July 6: Weird Processor

The soundscape differs on a holiday- Construction sites fall silent, and the thrum Of traffic fades beneath the morning gray, As though the clouds absorb both sound and sun. But sizzling grills and children's' merry shrieks Will herald hot dog lunches on the grass. And Stars and Stripes Forever seems the peak Of sweet nostalgia, … Continue reading July 4: Sound Judgment

While Shakespeare wrote innumerable lines That have forever changed our lexicon, Too often one mistakenly assigns A phrase to him that must then withdrawn. He did not ask what tangled web we weave When first we practice to deceive- that's Scott. No man's an island- this you may believe, But Donne it is, and Shakespeare … Continue reading July 3: Putting Words in His Mouth

It isn't easy finding time to write In every day, regardless of demands Upon your mental bandwidth and despite Dismissal from those who misunderstand The freedom that exists in structured tasks, Such as the ritual of sitting still And giving yourself latitude to ask, “If this word doesn't work, then which one will?” I wouldn't … Continue reading June 30: Halfway

When asked to do a task that one will fail, And no-one else could possibly fail less, To acquiesce and know one won't prevail, Will always hopes of better things depress. When bearing blows for others is the norm, Perceived a toll for traveling the road, Conditioned thus, it seems to be bad form To … Continue reading June 29: Calibration

Just who can say what makes a splendid day? Could it be weather, neither gray nor sunny? Or lovely friends, or impromptu soirees At which a game predictably turns funny? Or maybe it's that mix of novelty And mourning those familiar things now past, Although some aspects of the memory Persist, despite unlikeliness to last. … Continue reading June 28: Perfection Protocol