day NINETY THREE

Letting my best bud in the whole world beat me at chess!

day NINETY TWO

"You empty-headed animal food trough wiper!"

day NINETY ONE

sad

day NINETY

MAD

day EIGHTY NINE

SPEED!

day EIGHTY EIGHT

Soar

day EIGHTY SEVEN

Laugh

day EIGHTY SIX

Bend

day EIGHTY FIVE

I Wish I Was Awerkin

Oh, I wish I was awerkin

todaay

for pay

I wish I was a werking man

a'an bringin home the bacon

todaay

todaay

I wish I was awerking

for paay

for paay

I wish i was awerkin

todaay

todaay

I wish i waaass awerrrkinnnnn!

day EIGHTY FOUR

Innocence

day EIGHTY THREE

Busking in sunlight

Music for money and joy

Apples grow on trees

day EIGHTY TWO

SHE WEEPS

Where has he gone

when will he come home

doesn't he know I'm waiting

doesn't he know I care?

I long so to be held

to be in someone's arms

I want to be kissed

I need to be missed

Won't someone speak my name?

day EIGHTY ONE

At world's end only love remains

day EIGHTY

I love you Smokey Joe!

day SEVENTY NINE

She's mine and I'm her's

Cookies come from the cutter

A swan on the lake.

day SEVENTY EIGHT

Sun sends Moon away

It is my time now, he says

rivers run downhill

day SEVENTY SEVEN

NIGHT PASSAGE

To lee shore we sail

by instinct not star

no moon shines our path

nor makes us with shadow

The cargo's the thing

we mean to make port

nigh shoals nor shallows

deny us our mooring

Crossing to warning

no fiddlers say we

a dunsel's repair

gets us to bottom

D's locker we seek

the ropes at the bitts

leeway she blows

and windfall prevails.

 

day SEVENTY SIX

I stand on the edge
where tides meet the sea
while gulls sail aloft
and speak with the wind

The land knows my name
it calls me to see
through all of my souls
the voice of her tears

We dance in the sky
our fervent to be
upon naked truth
and moribund wrath

She passes, she's gone
the blade takes its fee
no more will it pause
for death and for grace.

day SEVENTY FIVE

A minstrel croons his chanty tunes

audience swoons under leafless poons

lonely loons and starless moons 

no red ballons in afternoons

two Daniel Boones fight wild coons
assorted zoons and ghostly goons
 in misty runes on sandy dunes
 a mistrel croons his chanty tunes.

day SEVENTY FOUR

Edain, exhausted from the dance, bid Alill to leave, but the King would not be sent away. In all the land there were none more beutiful than she and his eyes never tired of gazing on her. He alone ruled the Emerald Isle, and yet he awaited her next glance as would a fortuneless suitor presenting to a Queen. She longed to be near him, to forever be with him, but until ...

day SEVENTY THREE

whatMA?

Dogma

Catma

Carma

Truckma

day SEVENTY TWO

Goers waitin ona b'ch-

man yu otta not 

go witout a shirt!

Hey! you unda de over pass!

yew gonna burn.

day SEVENTY ONE

two guitars

twenty years

day SEVENTY

Oh, Jimmy

Oh, Billy

for whisky and

for war

Oh, Betty

Oh, 25 

aloft

from Hornet's deck

Oh, John

Oh, China

allied, you brought

them home

Oh, thirty seconds

how brave

thou souls

who fly.

day SIXTY NINE

everything has to eat ...

day SIXTY EIGHT

A gate touches sky

Long does time flow outward thus

Flowers bloom in sun 

day SIXTY SEVEN

At that moment they knew ...

words were not needed

a touch

a glance

a sound

or no sound at all

these would be their language

where once stood two

one

day SIXTY SIX

Was ever the world

such a wonderous place

as whence we saw

through child's eyes?

day SIXTY FIVE

As a style, Amish beachware never really caught on.

day SIXTY FOUR

"I'm not going up there!"

day SIXTY THREE

"Made it Ma! Top of the world!"

day SIXTY TWO

What lay within

this outer shell

that knows itself

as others do.

What faceless one

sees out from in

sits down and out

for wonders sake.

What courage takes

the place of fear

that men stand fast

as death draws near.

When last we know

not what we do

what narrow place

holds space for us.

day SIXTY ONE

NOTICE

Corporate policy has previously been discussed and no doubt remains that will question the voracity of the policy. Nor does the policy in any way conflict with the policy itself, aka, the aformentioned policy, and though no formal questioning has taken place, and though generally it is understood and accepted by one and all, in so much as the policy is concerned, there is no disagreement that the policy will not be followed or vigorously enforced.

day SIXTY

"This looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship..." 

day FIFTY NINE

The moment passed 

as quickly

 as it came

Wave riders

catch the

next roll

The sound faded

once heard

twice gone

The beach is

no place

for horses.

day FIFTY EIGHT

There are best friends, and then 

there are BEST FRIENDS!

day FIFTY SEVEN

The only people 

still here,

are the ones

who haven't 

left yet.

day FIFTY SIX

GUMBO

"So you say, but dat don make it so," the old codger groaned as he crouched to snag up the dollar bill. I didn't care what he said so long as he gave me what I wanted. "That dollar won't get you into Mother's, old man," I wheezed between gulps of ice cold frosty air. "A twenty says you can't make it again. Maybe you never did know how." Twenty dollars is a lot to some folks, and this curmudgeon counted his dough in how many nights outta this freezer it'd buy. "Mother's," I repeated, for effect. I could tell he was close; this bojangles had no jingle and my twenty'd get'm a warm glass and a soft pillow. "Shit! You an asshole, mister," he spat as tossed back the dollar at my feet. "Even if I had the recipe, I wouldn't give it to you," and he walked away, which surprised me.

day FIFTY FIVE

Things You Can't Do Alone

hug

kiss

smooch

snuggle

rub noses

share gelato

hold another left hand

hold another right hand

hold another

see your reflection

in another set of eyes

find yourself

in another's expression

of joy.

~m

day FIFTY FOUR

lemon cookies

leemmonn coookieees

le..mo...nn coo...kiee...sss...

now you must buy them

you cannot resist

no one can resist

lemon cookies.

day FIFTY THREE

i've learned to live

in pockets of time

that keep getting

smaller

and

smaller.

day FIFTY TWO

CIRCLE

inside Circle, Flower grows

it knows not world

but Circle knows

outside Circle, there be weeds

 Flower sleeps

but Circle sees

alone Flower cannot survive

it will not grow

it will not thrive

Circle knows this be true

weeds will kill

if they get through

but Flower must not be killed

Circle knows

it has been willed

so Circle gives

that Flower lives

till the weeds get through

that's life.

day FIFTY ONE

what is normal

and what

is Strange?

how do we know

it's strAnge

and not just

misunderstood?

what if it

truly is strange

and we 

misunderstanD

that?

is it then normal?

day FIFTY

can't help it

can you

you want one

you want it bad

it's going to haunt you

until you have one

and, you know what?

it won't taste very good

but somehow

that won't matter much.

day FORTY NINE

Loneliness hurts but pain sucks. 

One can be conscious of everything

but aware of nothing.

Who am I?

I am that which is 

aware of having asked a question

aware of having the thought

aware of awaiting a reply

But who I am?

Of this, I am not aware.

day FORTY EIGHT

Sometimes, a picture at the beach is just a picture at the beach.

day FORTY SEVEN

michael flew a kite today

though, he didn't fly it right away

he tried but it refused to go

the wind was blowing way too slow.

his brother said as he walked by

"you're way too small, that kite won't fly.

"let me see, it's no great riddle,

"the kite's too big and you're too little."

michael thought, "that can't be right.

"i can surely fly this kite.

"it sails up high, when i run around,

"but when i stop, it comes back down."

"it isn't that i'm too small,

"it really isn't that at all,

"it must be something else," he thought.

"something that i haven't got."

so michael looked for other things

that like his kite, flew on wings

michael heard a plane go by

way up, way up in the sky.

but he couldn't see why it could fly

it was simply way too high.

~m

day FORTY SIX

Guess which little girl is thinking, "I wonder where can I get one of those," which one is thinking, "That lady sure has a big butt," and which one is thinking "Will anyone see me if I eat this booger?"

day FORTY FIVE

The old man searched and searched but never found his one true love.