• Random

    Sunday Scribblings: The Plan

    I am hopelessly plan proof. The best way to insure a plan won’t get follow through is to write it down and plan on it. But if I keep a secret from myself, hide it in my subconscious and let it find an organic path to fruition, I can realize a goal. I don’t understand this side of myself, but I am learning to live with it. I wrote the following scribbling right around the time I decided to make peace with my planlessness. Siletz Bay wildflowers montage with a beautiful Oregon sunset by ComputerMiracle I envy the beauty of a formal garden. I imagine appearing neatly clipped, colors coordinated.…

  • Poetry,  Poetry Train

    Poetry Train: Widow’s Waltz

    Mist the Oak Tree by wabberjocky I heard a chuck-will call through the dark of morning,his song never failingeven as the first lightmade ghosts from last night’s rain. So rare, the chuck-will’s call.I’d mourned him years ago and given up hopeof hearing his bright flute pierce the predawn,summoning misty dancersto a solo waltz through the oaks. Their luminous gowns swirled in perfect time to his ominous song: Chuck-Will’s-WidowChuck- Will’s- Widow Catch the Poetry Train and see what other passengers are sharing.

  • Random

    One Single Impression: Recursive Logic

    This is my impression for this week’s prompt on thinking. There’s a loop hidden in my loops. Argument: Recursive by Librarian Avenger Logic bends back on itself, the way day bends back into night. Night yawns into darkness as infinite as cyberspace, where my words spread out in lines that loop back on themselves, rerunning thoughts through the human processors of life’s infinitely looping program. Program a mantra, a ritual, a fearless loop that will march words from my brain to my fingers without the worry that the prose isn’t perfect. Perfect my imperfection until no flaws inhabit my lines, until there is no risk the lines mirror back a…