Abandonment

May 17, 2011

So,

What causes one to stop writing?Start writing?

Ignore the inner self? Become inertia?

Maybe if I can write this much in the dark dawn I

might find more words tomorrow…..

Umm…

May 21, 2009

Yea, what She Said.

Someday, you too can be a writer who barely writes!

Yea. what she said.

Bum dee dum…..

I am not a bee…

October 24, 2008

I’m not a bee, that flies away from smoke,

Nor a ghost that fades at burning aloes,

Nor a broken bridge, washed off by the flood,

Nor so needy that I balk when beauty sulks.

 

Rumi

 

 

Both Photos: John Running

I Shit You Not…

November 21, 2007

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…the last two nights Sammie, the wonder dog, has been clear eyed and RUNNING. We call the arthritic god am I old but so excited to see you cuz you got ‘da beef for dinner mama!

Wonderment…………………………..

 

 

(not Sammie, but Sammie is this cool…)

For the moment…

October 20, 2007

I seem to have a working home computer!

Back later………

After my nap……..

kim

Bum Dee Dum

October 1, 2007

Seems I might need a new computer.

Blogging at work is not even possible with um work!

I hate losing CHOICES.

kimsmith

Another Poem

January 24, 2007

Cowboy

Tom Stone

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A strange old man
Stops me,
Looking out of my deep mirror.

 

Hitomaro~8th Century~Japan

Let My Love Open the Door

January 23, 2007

Diptych Twenty 1978

Rafael Navarro

 

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When people
keep repeating
That you’ll never fall in love
When everybody keeps retreating
But you can’t seem to get enough

 

Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
To your heart

 

When everything feels all over
When everybody seems unkind
I’ll  bring you a four leaf clover
Take all the worry out of your mind

 

Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
To your heart

 

I have the only key to your heart
I can stop you falling apart
Try today, you’ll find this way
Come on and give me a chance to say
Let my love open the door
It’s all I’m living for
Release yourself from misery
There’s only one thing gonna set you free
That’s my love

 

Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door

 

When tragedy befalls you
Don’t let it drag you down
Love can cure your problems
You’re so lucky I’m around

 

Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
To your heart

 


Pete Townsend

 

 

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John Running

 

Gift from Heraclitus

January 4, 2007

Aries

Martin Cooper

 

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But water spreads down the windows
like moss:
it doesn’t know that everything
is altered once it leaves the dream.


And the fire’s repose means assuming a form

out of its full powers of transformation.
Fire of the air, the fire’s solitude,
igniting the air made of fire.
Fire is the world that goes out and burns
again to last (it was always so) forever.

 

What is scattered today comes together,
what is near goes away:
it was and it wasn’t me who waited for you
one morning at the deserted park;
I stood by the everchanging river
as it was entered (it will never happen again)
by October’s sunlight, filtered
in shattered pieces through the thicket.
There was a smell of ocean: a dove
caught fire in the air like an arch of salt.
You weren’t there, you won’t be,
but the waves from a distant foam
came together in my deeds and words
(never belonging to others, never mine):
the sea which is pure water to the fish
will never quench the thirst of men.

 

 

Jose’ Emilio Pacheco

 

Translated by Ernesto Trejo

 

 

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Cello Player

Dave Beckerman

The Christmas Story…

December 31, 2006

 

South Dakota USA

QT Luong

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Ah, after a few days of learning my parents emotional map of the moment: anxiety, we then entered the Christmas of the Flu.

A note: the anxiety is understandable because of major life changes and getting older is not always a bed of rose petals.

The flu? You do not want to know. Let’s just says it is an apartment, the bottom half of a retired farm house, with one bathroom. Kim found herself in a outdoor lounge chair set up in the kitchen nudged close to the stove so as to not impair traffic from other locations in the home, so she could access the proper room easily. The basement boudoir was too distant. All other beds and surfaces were taken, this includes carpeted floor space.

What I learned? My family is a family. I took care of them and they took care of me. I do not require much as a sick person but I do know this: It was much better hearing their voices being sick than being alone with too many pets! (I am also grateful that I am an emotional genius and do know to live with other living beings given I do not have humans to live with at this time.)

And, for my return home? Nebraska is having a winter moment for the first time this season. So here is the check list:

Shelter? Check

Heat? Check

Food? Check

New Years Even special menu? Check

Candles? Check

Movies? Check

Aromatherapy? Check

(I do not get television so no big ball teary moment for me tonight.)

So, here is to another year and some weather that makes sense.

Happy New Year,

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Kim

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Three Trees

Gidrius Varnas