Murmurations
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Visitations
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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
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 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 Wake up, wake up!
I've had enough. No more replay That fateful day. Why oh why? Same alibis. Same sentence passed. We're all aghast. We'll be your fate If you're too late. I beg your pardon. Go call the warden. Sandra, darling, Our lives at stake. Just desserts Are still half baked. Instead, I'd like To propose a toast. My mind's arrest Becomes a roast. Behind green doors, A simple chair I've manifested. We're all there. A mask to cover All I know. Are you ready? Here We Go! 4/6/25 ZONE S2E26#B Venus/Mars
Shooting stars Won't you stay? Hot plate today. Tomorrow's another way. Another find In this Twilight Of the mind. Coffee diner, cozy corner. Idle hands are getting warmer. Inside glowing from the out. Interstellar gadabout. Down here somewhat run of mill. Perhaps you'd like a small refill. We don't always feel this shy. Among us sits a sipping a spy. I spy with my third eye A place to land. Hide on the sly, With whipping cream on apple pie. Reinvent ourselves today, As they move to get away. Outer signal's getting strong. Best you'd better get along. On your way, then. Time to go. Across the bridge, Seems apropos. Tonight they'll drip Into the water, As the cup Spills on the saucer. 5/20/25 ZONE S2E28 Nothing but static,
No longer romantic. What is it with you? A typo redo. Pour me a drink. Then flush me down the sink. Let them tell you What they think. Get out of here, Finchly. Why don't you just leave. Get out of here, Finchly We're up past our sleeves. The clock keeps on chiming, Dusk mighty dawn. You've lost your good timing And wits now sit on The mantle. You're a A heartless, cleaving Candle, with Castanets and bon vivants. Down the stairs, clacking, A crackle buzzing haunts The crashing scoundrel To the floor. Bring me panic, Nevermore. Call me, my dear, now Through the wire's bending ear. The wheels are turning ought Towards the terror thickened plot. Across the grounds And in the pool, swimming Swell that swallows a fool. Now, at the bottom Holding court, A man, machine and Rappaport. 4/1/23 ZONE S2E4 Force fed
An alphabet. Wined and dined On Pacific time. Romanced by A plot of grass, This shifting mass Runs out of gas. So it seems, These laser beams And twice stitched seams Have found the morning. Don't cry, It's swarming. I hear the buzz Now, just because I'm hoping. Enough of coping With second string. And another thing, I think I've earned What's now my turn. Now turning faster. The fasting chapter Comes to an end. I've got the bends, But never mind, It feels sublime. 3/19/20 Someone's coming.
Someone Who Scared you silly, Made you blue. Remember Marky? Remember Me? In the dark, he Came to see. Helen, honey, Here I am. Get my money, Then I'll scram. You look familiar. Yes you do. Maybe cuz I am you too. Let's go playing In the park. Let's chant sing songs In the dark. Someone's coming. Someone Who? Someone's naughty Through and through. Remember Marky? Remember Me? In the dark, he Came to see. Pick up a lamp Or grab a rope He's at the door Don't be a dope. He'll jog your memory. He'll chase your dream. Up on the landing, He'll make you scream. I hear you, Helen. Loud and clear. I am in body, That which you fear. Try to remember. I think you can. That glowing ember Just needs a fan. Brighter, stronger Braver, true. Recall the past Has room for two. Wake up, darling. Wake up, dear. No longer need you Hide your fear. 11/8/21 ZONE S1E29 Time is the enemy
Time is on my side Time is riding next to me On this rollercoaster ride Up and down we go. Dancing toe to toe. World that spins us round Finds the clock unwound. If you dream, you'll sleep. Go floating in the deep. A window or a door Go through and dream some more. Inside, The cat girl growls. "Come with me" In omnipresent vowels. The fluorescent moon Hums and glows. Chasing after, There he goes. Off to another date. Hold my calls, This one Can't wait. 11/5/19 ZONE S1E9 On a pedestal
He stands. Respect He commands. Time has tarnished, Dulled the varnish. Commemoration. Veneration. Clacky clack. Smack of balls Sputters through Cigarette halls. On forest felt And chalky blue, In the corner Waits my cue. Corner pockets. Winner’s cup. Fire rockets. Rack em up. Little kid And Red Roy Rogers Whose heart he hid. The tiny todger Now looks back. His shoes won’t fill The walls that crack The windowsill. Behind the memory Aches the song. His only father Could do no wrong. 04/12/22  2020, oil on canvases, latex on panels, 16x20", 14x10"
Fair?
What's fair? Without us here To smirk and glare. I see you here. I see you there. Contended worlds Of savoir faire. We plod and trudge, Nod and judge Why you're not us. Our live's a fuss Of busy nothings In folded order. Time's getting shorter With meanings shallow. Our hearts are hollow. They'll blow away. But yours would stay Content and self reliant. Because loneliness Is a giant, Free of tangles And nagging strangles. Just when we've found Your inner peace, You reel the catch, Unhook and release. ZONE S1E8 What once was
Isn't now, Just because. When we were Fuzzy, funny. Still a blur. How it went. No longer What we meant. Who, they say, Fallen. Gone away. Where we used To keep lying. Lies asleep. The way we used To go, now runs Along the main road. Why I chose that life. I couldn't cut it With a knife. Where we all went Wrong. Expecting we could get along. How the roof came down. No support In that lofty town. What to do now? Raise our hands Above our brow. Why didn't I see before? Too young to open The other door. But i see it now. 4/`12/22 Rambling reason
Blinding discourse Open season Falling field force One more time For good measure Perhaps discover Buried treasure Nothing lost Something gained Say it loudly Speak it plain Words redundant Like a chant Over, backwards Wail and rant Hope does fall On blanket ears Catching open Hearted tears We pray that future Changes course The way a river Carries force Let's float on The current's strength And calmly drift Ourselves awake. 5/31/22 |
