Outside my window, the chestnut brown canary laughed as the ruby throated sparrow cried. I asked why. The chestnut brown sparrow appeared through autumn-faded maple leaves. "On the expressway to nothing is far too crowded," he said.

I thought nothing of this canary's ability to speak.

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Is that a boat on the reef weighted down with stone?  I can't tell with this spell on me. Must be a joke, and I know it very well. Take my word, I'm a madman don't you know. The haze I've been wandering in blinded me. At times I really… Read full post »

 How long 

Excuse me Blues quit hanging out beside me. Stop playing your sad groove on my heartstrings — your heaviness in a flat key. I'm not going to sing your morning song. I'm no longer in your choir. There's nothing for you in me.

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 Remember to breathe

Sometimes trouble wants to be your friend. Look to the left, look to the right, stare straight ahead, oops, you didn't look behind your back. And so it goes.

Just might get some sleep tonight

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Something's gotta give

I'm working on a dream. Over a green hill a shepherd searches for a sheepskin cloaked messiah. Soft rain hurts as it falls; the Dali-purple-blue sky continuously drips contradiction. There are no bridges, no pathways — no Hershey Chocolate lampposts ill… Read full post »

This morning I stepped into a cold rain hoping to wash away some blues I found. My temperature was rising and I wiggled like a worm in the hungry robin's mouth.  Inside my snakeskin boots I was not me.

History shows again and again

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Yesterday my backyard neighbor, the Hockanum River, hosted its annual thirteen-mile river race. For twenty years, I 've watched kayakers, canoeists and rafters glide past me as they maneuver their way towards the Connecticut River. This year with camera ready, I… Read full post »

Disillusion is on the marquee. Inside the theater of the absurd it's standing room only. On stage the colors are black and white; above, the lights are strobes of imperfection illuminating the actors with disregard. From the orchestra pit, silence plays a rueful melody understood by the raucous… Read full post »

Slow ride … take it easy? Hell no, I'm all shook up.

You know we were once dancing down the street with our suede blue eyes — bopping to green onions. Now we have bad breath. We sing: Here she comes again. We cry… Read full post »