ㅁ Yesterday, I made my first window for my many-angled treehouse. Of course it is imperfect. But I put in some glass, applied some putty quite messily, and looked out at blue sea.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #2174 “Recipe”
ㅁ Yesterday, I made some fish curry. I started making curry paste, with the mortar and pestle I'd bought in Korea; then I fry onion with zucchini, tomato, last, add fish.
Caveat: Poem #2173 “Snufflebeast”
ㅁ dog snuffles down the road smelling flowers... gotta smell that tree! oh, here's a piece of trash! nice, a mud puddle to drink! oh, look, a bee to try to eat! yikes! ouch. that bee is not so tasty.
Caveat: Poem #2172 “Unprecedented”
ㅁ rain comes down continues and then pauses you get used to it then when a patch of blue appears between parting clouds strange clarity amid gray whisps you feel somewhat disoriented
Caveat: Poem #2171 “R. Jeffers”
ㅁ I feel happiest just watching things, external to interactions: the struggle of living things trees, bees, birds, fish, eagles... a theodicy of small creatures, if you will, fighting death.
Caveat: Poem #2170 “Planning ahead”
ㅁ The day is done. I go out. A remainder of daylight and the drizzle invoke doubt with regard to coming night. Night is not a time to walk: rather, it's when I'll try sleep, check my handcrafted door's lock, and rest. And maybe dream, deep.
Caveat: Poem #2169 “Chance of rain”
ㅁ drip, drop, drip, drop, drip... drop, drop, drip, drop, drop, drip, drop... drip, drop. Just sayin'.
– a pseudo-haiku. Subject:
Caveat: Poem #2168 “Faith”
Caveat: Poem #2167 “The view from over here”
Caveat: Poem #2166 “Slow down and enjoy the scenery”
Caveat: Poem #2165 “Dalí style”
Caveat: Poem #2164 “Treehouse maintenance record”
ㅁ I guess there's a leak... at this one spot in the roof... I knew the roof leaked
Caveat: Poem #2163 “The birds”
Caveat: Poem #2162 “Solace”
Caveat: Poem #2162 “Sixtieth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon watched as a raven took wing, pondering just what engendered this thing. Doubts seemed to flee as she hardened her soul, knowing she'd finally take on the role.
Caveat: Poem #2161 “Fifty-ninth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon never considered the fact: others disliked her avoidance of tact; personally she just viewed it as truth... slightly heroic, to be so uncouth.
Caveat: Poem #2160 “Findings”
Caveat: Poem #2159 “Pointillism”
Caveat: Poem #2158 “The path taken”
ㅁ I took a road, abstractly lost, awaiting clarity; instead I wandered aimless paths, pure angularity.
Caveat: Poem #2157 “Must be near solstice”
Caveat: Poem #2156 “Discuss”
Caveat: Poem #2155 “The future”
Caveat: Poem #2154 “Olefactory”
ㅁ tree, rock, slug, stream, dirt, road, bug, poo, crab, trash, shoe, grass... things a dog will smell.
Caveat: Poem #2153 “1985”
Caveat: Poem #2152 “Process”
Caveat: Poem #2151 “Meta”
Caveat: Poem #2150 “As expected”
Caveat: Poem #1249 “Inversion”
ㅁ Eccentrically, I don't use a bed. Instead each night I lie down on the floor. But that confuses things: I make my bed at bedtime; when I rise it gets unmade.
Caveat: Poem #2148 “Phatic”
Caveat: Poem #2147 “Rooted”
ㅁ The wind, it came and pushed the waves along; they gently stroked the stones along the shore. The clouds extended, capturing the sky, and droplets fell to nourish all the green.
Caveat: Poem #2146 “Review of the previous day”
Caveat: Poem #2145 “Beginning or end of a story”
ㅁ The sun has cast its glances down upon the fishy seas and lit the dust of narrow roads and mirthless, earnest trees.
Caveat: Poem #2144 “Get back to me in ten years”
ㅁ How can I avoid becoming a narcissist as I grow older? Or worse, am I now, already such a lost cause, that it can't matter? If I should ever lose my curiosity, please let me just quit.