I’ve been getting a bit of mail lately expressing concern over my lack of posts … my hunkered-down state of silence. For the caring concern, I am more than grateful; in fact, I consider each reaching out a lifeline.
For any who actually wish access to the machinations in my head, here are some recent thoughts as scribbled on my scribble pads:
I sail my thoughts
into the sea
toward tempest-tossed,
moon-driven,
wind-inspired
indifferent waves.It throws them back.
Like Tatooine
my world
knows two sons
Revolves around both
One has set
The other has yet to fully rise
But so same they are
So brilliant
I see so many taking life in small bites completely unaware of the feast before them.
Insignificant sexual encounters, ego-bolstering events, some fleeting gratification of one sort or another.
Too often they never even bother to chew — just swallow whole, missing even the flavor of the moment.
Like digital photography there is no development process, just a click and a smile and an unjustified sense of accomplishment.
A collection of my short stories:
I'm in this one, too ...
And I'm in here, as well ...
Paradise Preoccupied 