Me reading to you on SoundCloud
I thought to do some reading. Fun. Odd I picked a couple pieces that I had already into SoundCloud. Ah well, new renditions.
I painted and recorded pieces over the last weekend in April; the Full Pink Moon.
This little bit
the big, the bad, the bugly,
before the stories
blossom like buckthorn,
brambles, and burdock,
before the bark, the bite,
the braggadocio, before
the bitchin’ blonde britches
this little bit
Anusara, Ashtanga, Bikram, Hatha,
Gentle, Iyengar, Jivamukti, Kripalu,
Kundalini, Prenatal, Restorative,
Sivananda, Tantra Yoga, Viniyoga,
Laughter Yoga, Jana, Raja, Aero Yoga,
Acro Yoga, Goat Yoga, Beer Yoga,
and others, too numerous, undoubtedly.
(Sorry if I missed any style that YOU
have experi [...]
A Prayer Poem for Lydia Ramona
Dear Lydia and Ramona. Left and right.
Thank you for the time you spent with us.
We will wonder briefly about your trip home
and then, no more. You arrived. You left.
We are blessed.
With loving fingers we rub a magic oil lamp;
a loving kindness meditation of lemongrass,
frankincense, and lavender. The lessons [...]
Frog Jelly Soup
Afraid she might jump,
in escalating temperatures,
a frog boils slowly,
consommé in the pot
in the basting, simmering,
and frequent stirring of an
ongoing accident tragedy,
Can’t. Actually. Look. Away.
the parenting, modeling, whatever,
sweet meat falling off the bones,
bones chucked out in to
the compost heap
spare th [...]
As of Friday, 1/26/18, Cloud Fishing is in the Cudahy Family Library
and in the CountyCat MCFLS system.
Sometimes, the very nature that abhors a vacuum,
hands us a broom and dust pan …
to sweep together the ingredients; the strands of platinum blonde, doggy hair everywhere, scraps of satin, flannel, ripped denim feathers, leathers, gold and glitter, laying out in patterns and mannerisms, [...]
Here’s a Sunday rough cover of another forty-plus poems available fast as it can happen.
If there was an introduction it might go like this:
Critics and Historians: Process, Product and Perfection
I treasured the Bob Dylan Basement Tapes perhaps because I was spending time with my brother. We shared a few albums together. As young adult [...]