Murmurations
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Come in for a landing.
Our wants not too demanding. Just wish to to be remembered. Stoking fires for the embers. Found you lost those years ago Coming home through Winter snow. Took my hand. Gave me a kiss. Said hello to all you'd missed. A place for everything In its' place. That look recalls The searching face. Too much trouble, I suppose, To bring us down. And heaven knows We'll be back. Or maybe not. In for a landing On the dot. Now you see me Now you don't. Forget me never. I can't. I won't Let you go Without a blessing. Over and over, Just keep me Guessing. 6/26/25 ZONE S3 E2
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I tell you,
It's not just me. But that doesn't change The feeling. We're on our own. Face it. In your mirror You see me. I see through. We should be two. Silver and glass. When I look at you I feel lonely too. Always remember To look behind, When I leave Our promise With your quiet Trusting mind. We're a perfect fit. A hand in glove. Waving goodbye In our solitary love. 9/12/19 ZONE S1E7 Syracuse
Silly goose Canadian call Caterwaul Context, convex Calm, serene Summer complex Placid scene Lovely light Gentle breeze Zipped up tight Combed with ease. I don't mind Finding out, If I'm inclined To walk about. Enough Motel Squabble theatre Head downtown Feed the meter The cadence, the rhythm Nostalgic time Blue light moving Sun sublime In the eye Apple pie Baseball games Pop up flies Upstate floating Hot home plate Grassy green reflection Seams my fate 10/30/21 It's early
And this conversation Is curling Around my lips. But Miss Motherhips Bumps her indifference. She gave once two cents With panache and eloquence. Now she don't like my inference. But I've laid up in this manger, A damp, unstable danger, Until wisdom came calling. Even after trouble bawling My eyes clear. Yes, dear, What brought me here Shone brighter than a star And traced along the scar Mapped out across my mind. I watched it all unwind, Not sure of what I'd find. This pattern gets me laughing, Stumbling and mooncalfing. Coughing till I can't. Shake out this raspy rant. A savvy sycophant Can gain access To wrestling restlessness And guarded insecurity. So let's unlaminate our passes Stop covering our asses And go to neutral corners. We're wreckoning reformers. 1.23.22 Now you see me,
Now you don't. Double cross you. Or I won't. What you imagine, Might be true. Who's to say The jokes on you. Don't get mad, Just get even. If I stay, Maybe you're leaving. Your inner glow. Your graceful charm Now Jingle, jangling On my arm. Or in your mind, I rattle round. Search forever Lost and found, Give me away With every breath. Then beg me back Till part us death. This pachyderm Dwells in our home. Let's learn to leave Enough alone. 3/6/23 ZONE S1E36 Dark room
With projector glow. What's the movie? I don't know. I'm struck dumb By hit and run. The fleeting fame The bright front row. Smear your warpaint Make a wish. In this pond, You're a little fish, Close your eyes Then go away. Think hard enough, And it won't stay. Up on the screen, I swear I feel her Look down on us, The sea of people. She spies her house, The night's veranda. Would that I could The extravaganza. Entire cast has reunited. A kiss goodbye. My love requited Of Barbara Jean. A scarf reminded, Left at the scene And seat Behind you. 5/24/19 ZONE S1E4 Fractal fabric
Taut and tantric Woven discord Tapered torpor Early occlusion Unfurled illusion Likely crevice Nightly novice Oath of office Proctor's progress Seated suitor Draft recruiter What you're in for Gates of Mordor Ring to bind them Clocks unwind them Shocking showman Shanty shaman Stolid Roman Eyes of almond Crescent moon Name that tune Tunnel vision Tight incision After hours Know your powers Rock the cradle Lick the ladle 6/8/22 Testing gravity.
Night's depravity. Lively circus. Lovely verses. Lilting language. Tonsil sandwich. Tensile straining. Tuneful raining. Morning's calm, False alarm. Fast usurper, First responder Tends to wander To and fro. Hairdo's happy, In the know. Not for nothing. Need for plot. Thought of something. I forgot. Well, it's early And I've got Time for another. Coffee's hot. Toes are curling, I'll be fine. Big and burly Tows the line. Won't you ask me Over again? Had fun last night. Can't remember when. 4/2/22 Nice to see you.
Thanks for showing. My troubles sharing And in the knowing You are with me, Guiding steps, Calm reminders, Familiar reps Of moods and moments We've shared as family. Flickering versions As through a homily Of lessons learned And quiet comfort, For which I've yearned. And sought to bundle. Now together, To face the challenge Makes me stronger Keeps me balanced. Though I've wandered This way and that, I haven't wondered Where you're at. I know you're with me As we go. Lighting lanterns To and fro. Still I miss you And I treasure Times remind me We are together. Please keep showing Your presence near. Through it all, I'll bend an ear To the birdsong And the wind, Roaring oceans And call from friends. Please wait for me. I know you will. Please comfort me Along, until. 10/7/20  pencil, sketchbook My dad, Edmondo, was strong as the hills and quiet as a lake. He seemed resigned to live the life put upon him and roam his mental slopes, foraging for chestnuts and memories that brought him warmth and a place in the world.
Our squawks and chirps would occasionally penetrate and perhaps irritate his rhythm. But we gave him the opportunity to love in grounded gestures, rather than flighty, flapping sparkles across the water. He was the tide, the ripple and the occasional white-capped rumble. Though mostly, he was lonely and stoic until the late Spring day he convulsed on the table and burst from within. 11/28/20  2025, watercolor Did you find some satisfaction in life? What would you change if you could?
Nonna tells me such thoughts are useless and waves me away with her flour coated hand, then dusts her temple as she wipes the moisture from her brow. Without pause she continues kneading the dough. As she stares at the doughball and flour-coated workboard, she sees herself dressed in a beautiful suit and skirt, escorted off a boat or train and into the welcome warmth of her family, who beckon and hold her in highest esteem. They will take her for coffee and cakes, doing all the preparation and clean up. She loves that kind of attention, indirect and inclusive. An unspoken, respected and integral part of the whole. 11/21/20 Whatever happened to
Lucky you? Peek a boo. Good as new. Where the hell is Nice and easy? Neat and nice. Corner store. Bag of ice. Pack it in. Pack it up. Reach within, Fill your cup. Don't think twice. Have some more. Roll the dice. Raise the score. Ask for seconds. Call and beckon. Helping helps. Hurting hurts. Wash your shirts. Press your pants. Time to die. Time to dance. If we try To tip the band, They'll play a waltz Fine and Grand. 5/27/23 |
