2 new pieces...

“Lucky Mouse” in Retirement 

The Old Man Himself

(bearing down on three score and ten)

A poem from the pandemic...

DIFFERENT FROM NOW

In the quiet, but not quite:

rain patters and puddles hiss

as tires plow fleeting furrows

along Church Street

the casual scratch of pen across the page

the tedious persistent buzz of fluorescence

and equipment all seeming to imply

“Open” for business though the door stays locked

and within this lockdown I plunge slowly

across and down the paper, my breath undetectable

amid the low-volume din

Voices, when they arrive, are transmitted 

rather than spoken, said toward and through machines

as if the machine were not all we are talking to

ginning up imagination to make the virtual seem real

settling for what’s left when the rest is gone

no rest for the isolated, no relaxing for the locked-down

masked together while we stay apart

six feet away to avoid six feet under

And still the sun rises and shines and waits

behind clouds and sets leaving darkness and

the planets and stars to wait with us

until it rises once more.  Once more.  Once more.

and again and again and again until six feet apart

tilts on its axis and the light goes out

Since March and on into May significance dissipates 

from the days that merely stretch on

birthdays, holidays, appointments, travel

signposts and unmarked trails fall away

and we, meaning I, march in place

going nowhere for as long as it takes

will I have what it takes when I get there?

and how will I know that it’s different from now?

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New painting

Update

    

Here is the most recent stage of the current painting.  

   

 The Easy Motion Studio is once again open for business.

APPRECIATIVE ECONOMICS or SUCCESS WITHOUT MONEY

Philosopher Martin Heidegger demonstrated the profound and profoundly simple and obvious truth that what it means to be a human being is to care about who and how we are.

For each of us, caring consists in how we spend our time, how we live our lives.

Caring either travels or traverses the axis of trouble.
Even when traveling the axis of beauty.
There is no way around.  Only through.

We either travel or traverse the axis of trouble, even when traveling the axis of beauty.
There is no around.  Only through.