Posted on May 26, 2003 in Book of Days Poems
And it was at that age,
thirty five,
that it all started to cloud into a deeper clarity.
When I stopped advancing against the thunderhead
let the rain fall
and stopped expecting rainbows in every pearl prism
that rushed to smash itself against the ground.
Posted on May 26, 2003 in Class
The Bell Curve couldn’t be allowed to have a kink in it.
Posted on May 25, 2003 in Reflections
I’m a morning person. Until about 9 or 10 am. Then I need to let the night catch up with me and get some rest.
Posted on May 24, 2003 in Book of Days
Sometimes, though, I make myself go out on the deck to look at the dark golden pyramid of Mount Modjeska which I can see between the condos across the street.
Posted on May 24, 2003 in Body Language The Orange
While making a crossing on the trail back from Holy Jim Falls, I chose to travel by means of the cemented stones on the right rather than the unsteady line of stones on the left.
Posted on May 23, 2003 in Citizenship War
Unless liberals and progressives unite for a new vision and say no to the DLC, Bush will be succeeded by a Democratic Nixon who will give us new My Lais and new child casualties
Posted on May 23, 2003 in Book of Days Reflections Travels - So Cal
Road maps give me a way of stretching my arms beyond the front door, a set of wheels that travel faster than the eye.