Monthly Archives: January 2021

An Experiment

An experiment: put the face 
of the quarter moon on the rising sun
to see if there really is a deck of cards
inside a cutout Bible that the holy man
after Sunday service pulls off his top shelf
with news of a bottle of the good stuff 
to pass the deal and begin again 
the game contrived from birth 
to see who crosses the start line last 
running the wrong way with one hand 
raised waving to the crowd and in the other 
holding the queen of spaced.

I Said/They Said

I said, You have heard it said, but I say to you.
They said, Would you like some bread with that whine?

I said, Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
They said, WTF are you beholden to?

I said, Dog is Man's Best Friend!
They said, Why is Man not Dog's Best Friend?

I said, Look at how the sun rises!
They said, Turn around, the sun is setting.

Garden

Cultivate a willingness to increase 
your imagination of surprise
for the possibilities 
we create in each other.
Standing in the middle 
of a dormant winter garden
the location of carefully arranged bulbs
planted over seasons and years and ages
remains unknown until the work of the sun.
We are each other’s god.  And, like god, neglected.

Gephyrophobia

1.
Fear of crossing bridges; the 
shivers set off by setting a foot 
on an object suspended in space;
man-made or natural.

2.
A bridge moves 
one moment
to the next.

3.
Unexpected language draws attention
to places where creativity opens up vulnerability.
Add another chair to the table of conversation
between your self and your desires.
Share the ancient triangle of ethos, logos and pathos
to avoid annihilation of the other.
The true alchemy of humans is playing with perspective
when new traditions come from unlearning old traditions.

4.
Build bridges with words,
mindful of language 
for different audiences.

5.
Those who cannot remember beyond birth are orphaned at birth.

Fit for Ceres

“Essentially modern in character,majestic in its dignity and size,and dominant in its unchanging beauty…” – John A. Holabird and John Wellborn Root Jr., Architects Of the Chicago Board of Trade Building, Completed 1930

Your body 
tells a story
like a finely 
designed and 
well-built building.

Do the front doors revolve?
Open by pulling or by pushing?
Swing, unhinged for handling?

How many exterior step-backs layer
- because you never want to put
your whole self out there at the same 
time for those on the ground to point
and ogle at the very shape of your self -
from the ground to the air that swirls 
around the feet of Ceres, the goddess 
of grain and of agriculture and of fertility.

Questions inhabit buildings:
What is the occupancy rate?
Bathrooms convenient?

How long do 
guests wait for 
the one express
elevator to
rise to where
you reside?