All posts tagged: Laughter

Back to Basics

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Poetry

I came in the door grunting like a bison with four empty stomachs and a calf at home with a head cold, dragged a toe on the threshold and nearly sent five half-shredded bags of heart healthy fruits and vegetables two bottles of heart healthy wine a heart healthy dark chocolate bar and a glass bottle of the most perfect most heart healthy cold-pressed olive oil Mother Nature could produce shooting across the floor in […]

The Times In Between

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Creative / Reflections

“There are these moments, Hafiz, when it feels like Life called a thirty-second time-out or something.  Do you know what I mean?  Like when you’re getting ready for work, and you’re five minutes too early.  Or you show up to the store, but it’s not open for another couple minutes.  What are you going to do with five empty minutes?” Hafiz and I were drift-hopping through the moon’s first arboretum like tired helium balloons caught in […]

That Part In Between

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Poetry

We don’t really know how it starts. It just gets sprung on us. This life. Suddenly, we are aglow. In the open. Sensitive to the touch. Metabolic. Molten. Astonished. Hanging in space. Once, after years of an ongoing ruckus, I reached a certain condition– a sweet spot just above the wick where I was something between a whirl, a mountain pass, a coyote’s sidelong gaze, and a penniless hunger, all dressed-up as a flame. I […]

The Cheering Section

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Poetry

Three frogs were sitting together under a newspaper watching the typhoon of unnecessary human ordeals roll across the sky from one side to the other like an entire model year of locomotives wrestling for the glory. It was Fantastic. Thunderous. Unpredictable. Insane. And I was in that sky– whirling, pounding, placating, admonishing, wounding, encouraging, listening, stinging, consoling, worrying, wishing, dashing, leaping. Suffering, basically, all the madness of that turbulent fury. What I eventually noticed, in a […]

I’m Not Big on Conspiracies, But…

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Poetry

I’m not big on conspiracy theories, but, man when your heart becomes a field of grinning beings pulling rubies out of a passed hat and, there that goddamned magnificent moon is staring you down with a pregnant candor that makes rocks moan in their sockets and try to sneak you answers to the question of your existence, and all this with the whole domed sky watching, I do grant you there’s a certain bald logic to keeping on […]