“No matter how fast light travels it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.”

my horoscope says, "Instead of spending your time fearfully battening down the hatches, raise your sails and get ready for an amazing adventure."  so thats what i do. 

"The motive for metaphor, according to Wallace Stevens, is a desire to associate, and finally to identify, the human mind with what goes on outside it, because the only genuine joy you can have is in those rare moments when you feel that although we may know in part, as Paul says, we are also a part of what we know." 

a sunday well navigated.  early in the garden and reading.  to the road and the modulated mid-spring endofthewoods where the dog and i walk.   we wade into the encroaching tide to spy sketched-out grapevine nurseries and the appaloosa phlox.  beyond our sway cardinals engage in ancient terretorial duels and the chipmunk metropolis hesistates along our pause.  writing it down i notice in both the notebooks the work of the leftbrain are like legos in a cup of tea.  

"It is absurd to divide people into either good or bad. People are either charming or tedious."

ribcage clouds and the locust blossoms smell like snow and something baking.
the widow throws her mothers day roses over the bank to feed next years crocus.  last week the old woman at the turn rolled the snapneck skunk carcass down into her far ditch and today not even the dog is curious.

recent random word poems:

"swans and tigers"

darkness
abundant
luminaries.

Gettysburg
third rail
an intricate web
the woman i love.

the northern border
lays bare
green
branches

the dog doesnt like heat, water or riding so i scribble in the rare shadow on the verge with paganini crickets vibrating crescendos in the tall grass.   out and about of an evening a walk about the shire to see how folk are buttoning up for the flirting darkness.   waves of dames rocket and fresh hummingbird food, an apple and a kiss.  i get hired to play Chauncey ("This is just like television, only you can see much further") Gardiner for The Business.  even that relationship is clarified, brass tacks all around like stars in the reborn sky.
Remeber, "Life is a state of mind."

"How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being?"

the house had been condemned and then abandoned.  i razed it.
we can build something now together.
something strong and safe and worth living in.
blessed be.