The room was tense,

and workers knew

that one was one—

who once was two.

“Take that, not those!”

they heard him shout

as books were tossed

toward her new route.

Some antique art,

a tabletop,

a mop, a broom,

an empty heart.

The great desires

in things amassed

dictated drive

to excise past.

NOTE: This poem the result of a conversation I overheard when visiting a consignment store. The photo is of an Ocotillo cactus. It was taken when I stuck the hand holding my camera”phone into the midsection of this thorny plant and focused on the sky above.




gave you traction

as she entered

compound fraction.

When she met you

at the corner

weren’t you anti?

How’d you warn her?

O, you couldn’t!

You were blinded

by the aura

she reminded!

So what passed in

straight vibration

was just salt of


“If a particle and an antiparticle meet, they disappear by emitting two photons or a pair of some other particles.”  ~Alexander Kusenko, a senior scientist with the Kavli Institute for the Physics and Mathematics of the Universe.

Photo credit…I took it from the passenger seat in some little town in Ohio where the corner appeared to have a magic quality. Perhaps it was the sun’s reflection or the way the cord was supplying energy to the GPS system in the iPhone, but to find magic in Ohio I’m told is rare. July, 2015

I, Traveler


to leave no braille

or soft footprint

on journey’s trail.


It started with

a lock of hair

sent to the wind,

for bird to bear.


This DNA

did not disrupt.

It added points

of interrupt.


A home of nest…

or nest of home?

From hair of heart

or out of comb?


NOTE: On the first evening of a long journey, it was necessary to rearrange items in the car. As I inventoried an assortment of toiletry items, I noticed that my hairbrush needed to be freed of some twisted strands. A gentle, cool breeze was blowing; birds were singing in the distance. While I cleaned the brush, I made a decision to release the hairs into the wind and a wish that they would become construction materials for a nest. There is a song about leaving one’s heart in San Francisco…leaving hair in Frazier Park, California might be the next worst thing to do.

Image credit: “Earth And Nest” by renjith krishnan,


OLD PARADIGM                           NEW PARADIGM



‘Old’ and ‘New” are                         ‘New’ met with ‘Old’

as different as                                   and let the court

what I once had                               out its justice

and what he has.                             and time’s export.

Experience                                      The truth unpacked

once booked is done                        in last report

the audience                                    does honor good

felt yin yang yawn.                            and beauty sort.

It’s passed, it’s past                           Dark matter now

it’s daily gone                                     sings tones of gray

it’s weight can’t last.                           as sun of light

It’s anti — non!                                   lets fabric fray.

This poem now ends                          Pick up a thread

but not before                                     and prep a weave

this word called love                           new paradigm

gives balm to lore.                              is you. Believe.

To CIR, With Love*



Region of the



As we orbit…

.Alone. .Alone.

It’s time to play

With the unknown.


Or join a class

Where students learn

To take the y

Away from yearn.


Close Intimate


No longer ties

Two at the hip.


*misunNOTE: Every night before I sleep, I check to see how fast the solar wind is moving and to learn new things before losing sweet consciousness. Last night the makers behind that website wrote about a Co-rotating Interaction Region, or CIR. I loved this because earlier in the day, I watched the movie “To Sir, With Love” on the TCM channel. A classic about education and human interaction. Now here’s the magic: I have been doing some personal writing about Close, Intimate Relationship. Another CIR acronym of great use. So, the ideas of “Sir” and CIR met and shook hands–in my imagination and this poem is the result. It had to be published on my blog today because there is a 45 percent chance of a geomagnetic storm today. And it is due to the fact that a CIR is about to enter Earth’s magnetic field.

What’s in YOUR magnetic field today, my friends?

The photo was taken on June 2, 2015 in Michigan. There are four birds in the sky, the sun of course, one unexplained curvature of light and one unexplained dot of light. The tree? I’ll leave it to explain itself.



A Poem, A Love

Poem, you love you.

Let’s form a queue!

“I love you, poem.

You love me, two.”


What happens in

a relation

ship as two do



They walk in lines,

footprint stanzas

over rainbows

leaving Kansas.


What quency free

in sonance res

ends up a poem?

When poet says!


owls  A, A Love Poem

A Love A Poem

A Love Poem A

Love Poem A A