Category Archives: Political and Philosophical Musings

This poem goes out to all of those whose recognition of climate existential crises is met with denial and minimalizing: Suicidal? Why due you Home in On Mother Earth And existential cry seas Passably reckoning sow You know weigh too … Continue reading →

Do you no who you are? I have found that art helps me resolve this question. Author Author The author of authors In formed me Right what you no The story of you’re life O pen You’re art

I have found that one of the enemies of life is being clenched. Life needs space to flow. Forcing solutions often leads to a somewhat constipated life. Of course, this may be one of the most difficult things in the … Continue reading →

I have found great freedom in being de-institutionalized from a “regular” job, religion, and overly organized endeavors of all sorts. I see institutionalization as a process and infrastructure that routinely trades our highest humanity for stacks of lowest common denominations. … Continue reading →

Each moment begs our attention. That Infinite See Waving Here ye Here ye The present calls That infinite see Waving Just For you Sounding hi and lo As awe hail breaks loose And life surfs The whirled over Anchored in … Continue reading →

A cautionary poem for those who think that they can write history writ large: Realty Pushing Back No won Had Taken Boulder action Than Sisyphus himself Every won Must be Stoned

I have never been a big fan of normal. “Getting back to normal” strikes me as a somewhat low bar. Every “new” normal seems eerily similar to previous uninspiring states of normal. This sense of mine is similar to the … Continue reading →

Efficiency is highly overrated. The abundant life is not well defined by ultra-precise engineering. Efficient Love An award no one yearned for: Most efficient love Weather child or mate Strikingly spare That scant do attitude Eager for meager Barren awe … Continue reading →

When light and dark clash… In Sighting a Right The light shone on Their misdeeds ON fool display OFF to the razes Tripping and flipping That awe im-potent switch Tempting too turn off Soully to be disconnected In their desperation … Continue reading →

Are you tapped? There is an inexhaustible reservoir of awe. Awe is Not Lost Awe is not lost Awe is the soul compass Of true-hearted folks The antidote To narrow mined view points Teeming with succors of all kinds And … Continue reading →

This morning as I left the house, on a grungy fall day, I almost forgot my usual survey of my beautiful front yard, albeit with denuded trees and a carpet of wet leaves. As I walked away, I remembered, turned … Continue reading →

The just persist. Fallen Reign The reign fell On the just And the knot sow just And might be What is it A boat As the tide razes all Weather you Noah or not That which bids An olive branch … Continue reading →

Here is a poem about the future, with two competing views; one anchored in both antiquity and eternity, multigenerational — the long view; versus another, characterized by the 30-second ad,  24-hour news cycle, and quarterly earnings reports — the short … Continue reading →

In these somewhat psychotic days, some may be tempted to believe that we can act outside of history, or ignore it. Still, I suspect that reality will have its way with us. This may lead to the inertia of history … Continue reading →

A short poem to remind us that awe is not lost. Bred of Life Eternity calls In every moment most kneaded Bred for ever and ever Flower and sweetness Salty tears Water yielding to life In tending The yeast of … Continue reading →

One small hope in the unfolding Trump regime is that the off-the-charts power-mongering and corruption will result in minions behaving like scorpions in a bottle, turning on one another, perhaps degrading their degrading schemes. Scorpions in a Bottle The ultimate … Continue reading →

The myth of Icarus is one of hubris. Icarus fashions wings of feathers and wax and flies toward the sun. Untoward to him, the sun melts his wings and he plunges back to earth  –for a new sort of flies… … Continue reading →