Arachnafobia

…that moment when you walk into a spider web and suddenly turn into a karate master…happens to the best of us (own picture : Wetteren 2010)

Chickensoup

Is it the soup, or its making that soothes, bleeds stress, changes the mind, cutting through the cares of the day, warming the body, the soul Cutting the meat from the steaming, saturated carcass, boiled down after our dinner Add potatoes, the onion, carrots, spice, simmer, garlic salt to taste, breath in the steam, the …

Mom said it again

The best advice I ever got was from my mother. She said to me one day; “Never follow your head, darling. The head thinks with logic, and logic has no place in true love”.

Anger

Clear as night, dark as day, still wanting answers, yet here I lay. Wanting to break free from this place I’m in, hiding the feelings I have within. No one understands me, ’cause no one wants to care, Sick of hiding behind the smile, i always seem to wear. Dark as day, clear as night, …

Shadow

You ask me for a sonnet. Ah, my Dear, Can clocks tick back to yesterday at noon? Can cracked and fallen leaves recall last June And leap up on the boughs, now stiff and sere? For your sake, I would go and seek the year, Faded beyond the purple ranks of dune, Blown sands of …

To Sheila

When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day she peered from her second story window from behind the wrinkled curtains and sometimes she would open the window and yell: Get out of my life! She had hair like kelp and a voice like …

Me

Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart — But since Myself — assault Me — How have I peace Except by subjugating Consciousness? And since We’re mutual Monarch How this be Except by Abdication — Me — of Me?

Winter morning

The ice monsters have come to visit me in my sleep They cuddle with me under my bed covers No, they hog the bed and push me out The wooden floorboards creak under my feet I wrap a wool scarf around my neck As I push the door open The breeze rushes in to greet …

I’m on picture :-)

The sun sought thy dim bed and brought forth light, The sciences were sucklings at thy breast; When all the world was young in pregnant night Thy slaves toiled at thy monumental best. Thou ancient treasure-land, thou modern prize, New peoples marvel at thy pyramids! The years roll on, thy sphinx of riddle eyes Watches …

Poets

  The Poets light but Lamps — Themselves — go out — The Wicks they stimulate — If vital Light Inhere as do the Suns — Each Age a Lens Disseminating their Circumference —

Brew

had spent the night in the watch-house — My head was the size of three — So I went and asked the chemist To fix up a drink for me; And he brewed it from various bottles With soda and plenty of ice, With something that smelt like lemon, And something that seemed like spice. …

Do not shop while hungry !

Yup, I did it again; went shopping while hungry I even stood at the deli counter, contemplating whether or not I should buy a bit, a taste of Lebanon bologna and liverwurst, maybe a bit of strong swiss, a slice or two of dark pumpernickel a pickle from a barrel But I didn’t buy those, …

Back

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.