A Mindful Life

Mother loves games so much children at the playground hang from her arms and legs. She plays Monopoly at the Cosmo Club, jockeys hard for a few good properties, not just the purple ones. She hitches rides from her gentlemen friends, then hides her thimble for them to find. Mother’s got friends at the jail [...]

What do you get when you combine drinking 32 ounces of coffee a day and almost no water for about 10 days? A lot of discomfort due to a urinary tract infection. Thank goodness for doctors and prescription antibiotics. It started Tuesday and I suffered until this morning. It’s still painful but less so. I’m [...]

The following post will take you to a short film of a very sweet interlude in a boy’s life. The video is created by the son of a friend of mine, and if you watch all two minutes you’ll be rewarded at the end. It’s cute, cute, cute! Everyone needs a little cute in his [...]

We all need the waters of the Mercy River. Though they don’t run deep, there’s usually enough, just enough, for the extravagance of our lives. –Jonis Agee

Isn’t it enough to feel a chill as you rise from a warm bed, stumble to the bath and with nimble fingers attend to your body’s needs, button your shirt, to balance as you put pants on one leg at a time? Isn’t it enough to hear the morning news, the coffee maker gurgling as [...]

Her finger smears black rain across the day as languidly singing mothers with lazy stares lie chained to smooth diamonds and irons always watching the void while aching to live. – Poem #4 – NaPoWriMo

Yesterday I went to San Francisco to help my employer move to a new office (in the same building). It was a long day; I almost missed my stop when I fell asleep on the train. This morning I left the house at 7:30 and drove 46 miles through soupy rain for a 9:30 workshop [...]

Where I come from the sky’s gravity weighs like a jury bringing verdict. Where I come from the earth sings arpeggios of green. Where I come from apple trees wave blossom scarves to woo suitors. Where I come from Hades’ breath strips trees of their russet ochre shawls. Where I come from it is possible [...]

Considering the ways in which so many of us waste our time, what would be wrong with a world in which everybody were writing poems? After all, there’s a significant service to humanity in spending time doing no harm. While you’re writing your poem, there’s one less scoundrel in the world. And I’d like a [...]

Sir, you’ve broken your water… may I get you a new glass? –The Surrealist Compliement Generator