November 27, 2023

Walk a Lot Grin a Lot I grin a lot . . . I walk. I slow to visit every dog I meet my cat is at home she always sniffs out my trips: Dogs are okay, other cats are not.

October 29, 2023

See you on the Trail
I am not as young as our moon
but with drink and medicine
I may be there very soon.
I ain't in any goddamn race
but with the power of my Edison
and if driving talents keep pace.
I always have thoughts of tomorrow
and may decide to scale Kilimanjaro.
Look Over Yonder Somewhere
I'm gonna miss me when you're gone
I'm gonna miss you when you write my song
Sing in tune if or when you can
and maybe beat on your old pan . . .
I'll watch for you on the horizon
and grin ear to ear when you surprise me
'cause I know you're watching to see
what the hell is really over yonder . . .
It's us . . . you and me.

July 25, 2023

Early Traveling
I was not the cool kid
nor a stalking child
just a thumb in the air
without a flower in my hair . . .
O just to get out and about
from Odessa to the Pacific
watching skies of suggestion
my travels were my wit . . .
Bridges without too much water
some nestling birds for safety
there and back, windmills in mind
I counted out steps between waterings.
I always knew my name.

July 11, 2023

Days of Sorrow
The bone-aches of age
are a reminder
that some of us are in cage.
I walk
I talk
I even strut some
but never locked by space . . .
I can run
under stars that are kinder
than a simple stage
of endless rage.

March 10, 2023

The Circle in Gold

The Circle in Gold
I'm running and walking,
grinning without talking
let the snow pile up and melt
it's the sweetest weather to smell
among the Delta Ponds trails.
Meet me for a bit of trot and walk
smile a lot but no need to talk,
make certain to wear your felt.

January 18, 2023

Gato Malo Redux

The songs I sing from my mind

don't always  tingle with rhyme

but are songs I know

my heart shouting to the wind.


Please remember this

a kiss is just a kiss

but a sigh goes beyond tomorrow.

A kiss is often followed by sorrow

or rows and rows of a beautiful today.


Have you noticed the twist & turns?

D. Parket certainly took note . . .

The yapping of birds, just a bit hasty,

she balanced as almost nasty . . .

DP thought feathered friends

somewhere beyond a pale of sense,

their yapping and scolding stirred

stirred in a soup of arbutus seeking sun.


November 29, 2022

I do not Dance Alone

If you see me strutting with no one insight it is because I see friends gone in the night. We mostly meet out of doors along roads that do not always lead to anywhere just neutral spaces of peace and quiet with room to dump our love and care where it belongs, in the arms of everyone. The strut is just an awkward dance of love.

October 31, 2022

Gee Whiz

O by golly, by geeze, by gosh
I hope it all comes out in the wash
my trousers are a mess
the bed sheet innsulated with trash

September 18, 2022

No Sonnet This

I am not only a bubble in the sky . . .
and neither are you . . .
we are trouble on the wing,
a world where we may belong.

We are people grown old
and know the syllables of youth and love.
We hear secrets that none of us knew
before we learned to skip and sing,
We cannot move down river
preferring one side or the other
nor float the cool of the Willamette
lost in the rocks along the way . . .

You will know who I am
crashing and singing;
I am no outcast except by choice
I sit alone studying Joyce . . .
more like an alley cat
than an honest polygot . . .

I strive, I strive
I am still alive.