Lord

we call you by numerous names
your christener's anguish
calmed after the ennumeration.

By writers

Burn this book
R S Thomas
William Polmer
Inward testimony

Poems have become as instant as coffee or soup mix*

Magnetic poetry
is like Manischewitz soup mix
with all the ingredients
in there.

*Poetry and Ambition

I will read everyday till the end of my life.
7.17.7

Like fossil springs

Behind me is a small bridge
an arch
the water is green
the green trees hide the sky
Bro and I hang onto hanging roots
A ripple caused by a dive
that will wet us.

Tarzan

Beginnings. Ends.
Bring them all.

vine of time.

Bus

2 chinese girls
sleepy with their heads dunked in hair
The hanging heads led
by the bus in motion
faces revealed only in halt.

The lady driver has a fine uniform.

If you live in a house
the only one around
then wont you always
feel like staying out?

How will it be to
sit at a wide window
at a table looking
at green mounds or water
or a three stripe wooden
fence

Writing

Write one true sentence and from there you can start off - E.H, On writing.
'something new to add to human knowledge while he is writing' - E.H, On writing

EH's gain if he rereads his work
James thurber didnt draw after going blind.
Reading your writing is like
seeing a picture you are drawing
you know how much is done
and how well.

2.19.7

Mall visit with no purchases

A huge banana nut muffin at Cupz
2 spring rolls at Panda express
Chocolate icecream with almonds at coldstone
Kids fancy competition in the mall.

Time

brings with the penury
of wait

Baja fresh

Saturday OT fetches me
a free lunch
Fajitas on neighbors plate
overthrows my mental choice
of soft tacos

We carry out a burrito
hungry colleagues opens
the metal foil wrapper
to reveal 4 bare tortillas

Sweet tomatoes

at beautiful Ahwatukee foothills
Tasty Tapioca pudding

All I want is
a window
a mountain

Dream

Willing to take even a strangers advice

A murderer confesses to a psychic friend

A friend gets wet from the water flowing down
Next time shes warned to rid her of guilt

Buttons at the back of the collar

Blanket

The memory of the night is cold
Morning find me snug.
The stirring in the night
embedded me well.