I would flow into Autumn A leaf into a tender stream to lose myself in the welcoming sea

A poem on aging - and the lies of the mind. It's been awhile! Hope you all are well :) link.medium.com/m2lw1uT6nGb

A new poem on Medium - a touch too long for X medium.com/@quillandaxe/l…

Tho it may reside in the most high class joint A urinal is a urinal Even if it extends to the floor

Love Story Two divergent paths converged in desperation Holding hands Smitten in their shared misery of lonely Orgy of the empty Sunrise Sunset, etc . . . The first two chapters in The book of decay

These Thor’s Hammer amulets have been reproduced literally thousands of times. The ones seen here are the actual finds - and there is only one each. They can be seen at the Swedish History museum. The museum has the world’s largest collection of Viking Age artefacts.

I learned a new word today... "Endling" It is the last of a species to become extinct... the last creature of that kind to die. And then I saw this sky... and I cried Subbo

Don't be obsequious I'll speak to your keeper No call for a waterless hole in this arid place Only a fresh mirage will see you serviceable but it won't last It never does It never will

Been a while! It won't fit on here, so any intrepid souls can follow this link 🙂 I just published: A Grin For Goebbels link.medium.com/sOtHLLe5QKb

I ordered the ribs once at a seafood joint [it happens] They were tolerable [in a sad way] Then I broke a tooth [One of the elders that sits in the back - a veteran member of the congregation] I’ve never ordered ribs at a seafood joint again [A damn fool thing from the outset]

Summer's Children I can’t recall the last time I was handled so sweetly by July One could believe the brute had changed his ways while away by the gentleness with which he arrived But I am no fool He will turn again and rend me I’ll strip off my clothes at his sweltering unction

sometimes you have to observe the slowness of life, sometimes you have to grab a cup of coffee and read a poem to yourself.

Blue Jean Solution I’ll write it down Stick it in my pocket That little watch pocket on the right side of my Levis where no watch has ever resided Then Eventually It will be gone Tumbled into a lichen-like ball of paper moss in the wash That’s how I handle intractable

It is so much easier to believe in devils rather than admit the cruelties people are independently capable of. We invented dark gods so we could look at each other the morning after and not have to say, “This is us. This is who we are. We did this. No one else. We chose.”

Turn The Page I am of the opinion [that is, I believe strongly] That Raymond Carver was one of the greatest poets of this [or perhaps — any] generation Not a soul alive [or dead] I’ve ever read can break my heart like Raymond Carver He was tortured [it seems] and [sadly] allowed

Pinpoint I focused the darkness through a crystal All of hell was there in a pinpoint of icy shadow and everywhere that black spot touched caused a soul to cry So I wrapped it tightly [as tightly as any man could hope] to entomb the eternal night As if death were a dream a fool

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A good poem is an aberration - grasped midst an oft imagined yet unforeseen slip through the theater drapes that conceal mundane from visionary and Unable to abide in that unadulterated light we stumble back Clutching our prize Breathless

The years have pulled the clay of my face in ways I never quite anticipated A surreal beauty in defiance of pretty Wisdom wields an impressionist's brush Eschewing details for the broad sweep of a lifetime of dreams