Monthly Archives: September 2018

Softly Meditation

I sat today, no matter who I am, In time when 25 minutes seemed Like five. I jounsed my adversaries, Lack thereof focus, money pre- Occupation, more than language Than speech could understand.   Yesterday, without asking My teacher, not spoken in months, Helped me remove stain on men’s Separation, deliverance of divorce For eachContinue reading “Softly Meditation”

Arthritic Wires Cut My Tongue

This grave morning Wires cut the bottom Of my mouth, tongue Rasping into silence Another look at unreality Suppose you cut my Mouth with scissors, razor Bones, jagged with points Broken into soft flest Cannot lift tongue with muscle Torn into little pieces, no This is real, you cannot Feel, yes I can in doubleContinue reading “Arthritic Wires Cut My Tongue”

Storey of Christmas Concerto

My Memories of California and the Divorce, We walked orange orchards two blocks away From our home on Teechoe Road, in Ojai A little town defined by oranges. I could walk Below Coastal Range Mountains, Walking groves Of Old Man Biggs, owner, richest man in midway Town. He owned that ranch where orange groves GrewContinue reading “Storey of Christmas Concerto”