Has a step-brother
In thumb-twiddling.
Time moves unchanged,
We march forward.
“Oh, to recline!”
When we lie
“I wish to run again.”
the office
Leaves fading to
Mottled crimson, burning orange
Through the soiled window.
Sky, white beyond fluorescent lights.
Cloudy.
My soul flourishes, outside.
tourism
The woman in the blue jumpsuit
Is unsure of her new surroundings;
But the fare she will find is fair.
The man with the bushy mustache
Both scowls and smiles with ease,
Expressive but not charming.
how to live life
Choose a comfort box;
Pack this box and move away.
on ideas
Ideas are more like cars on a
highway than golden blocks.
They don’t stockpile neatly. They pile
Up at speed or inch along behind
A roadblock of self doubt or discomfort-
Or time pressure - either too little or too much.
birdbath
perched at the edge of a lake,
tranquil.
bathed in stillness, gazing at your reflection.
guzzling its contents then
splashing back to preen.
dropping off, you take flight and wing away.
bobby pins
Bobby pins and hair ties are everywhere.
6 inches from where they are supposed to be, yet never there.
Children of the bobby pins make the floor their playground.
Hair ties frolic with dust bunnies;
Both are the vile offspring of thoughts’ thoughtlessness.
Bobby pins and hair ties, keepers of tidiness, creators of tiny messes.
Cast aside for the new, the straight, the firm.
Homewreckers come in all sorts of shapes and sizes.
on beauty
If beauty stirs one’s heart, and the story
Of their heart stirs the appreciation for beauty
In your own heart; was it their heart that stirred
Your heart, or was it beauty all along?
on home
Let’s fill our house with empty canvases
and watch them paint themselves.
Let’s fill our house with broken things
and fix them a day at a time.
Let’s fill our house with empty picture frames
The memories will stay the same.
musings
The quest for ambiance is the great journey of our time.
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Perspective on one’s own country is singularly worth the money and time spent getting out of it.
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"Experiences!" and "Ambiance!" are the war-cries of my generation.
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Laziness should not masquerade as art
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Can an architect execute a space in a place where she does not live?
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You can't stop living life to talk about life
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Doing something later doesn't guarantee it will be better, it guarantees it will be later
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If everyone in a given room agrees with you, you need fresh air.
airbnb
At Hove. In a stranger’s home.
We could be friends, Daniel.
You and me. Though I doubt
Even then I’d feel more at home.
The seagulls are drowning out the Beatles;
The English air smells friendly,
Like salt water.
seasons/winter
I write more in winter.
Sadistically I enjoy cold hands
And letting old man winter think he’s won;
Or in summer I’m lost in the grip of life well lived.
Summer needs sonnets like winter needs melancholy ramblings
Or drams of the hard stuff.
seasons/hiver
Winter in paris is severe.
She wears her grey coat
Long and heavy
With an air of grace.
seasons/autumn
Autumn is like a favorite
Sweater - pulled from the corner
Of the closet. Fitting just right
On the wrists and laying across the shoulders.
Full of promise and memories,
Like the first pour of whisky from the bottle
You know you’ll share it with celebrations, rejoicing, and tears
Company, loneliness and cold nights.
Autumn is a breath of fresh air when you’d forgotten the room was stale.
the seine
Cradled in the seine’s cold embrace;
Not wet, but watching
Ships bludgeon their way through
Her murky waters.
If I were a child I would fancy a frolic in her hold;
Now my mind strays to needles, bodies and hypothermia.
Oh to be a child again.
in Paris
Foreign country,
Languages melt together.
Bouillon cubes in boiling water
Flavoring what was not.
her
I cannot remember life before her.
Fragments, pieces, but no picture,
My mind sometimes places her there;
At my 10th birthday, round glasses, cheeks red
From February rain.
We began a decade later,
No meeting, no beginning, no end;
That’s how we will remember it.
Décembre 2016
Sitting in the shadows
Of the Tour Eiffel.
The world seems small,
Accessible and fair!
Flags rest in windows
Reminding that it is not.
on death and dying
If I should die a death untimely,
You must take another lover;
Have a family, live in the sun.
In doing so you give your gift of beauty
To this errant world,
And carry on a part of me;
For my soul lives with you.
where to shout
Shout at the dinner table
Shout at the edge of a mountain
Shout underwater
Shout to a piano
Shout in traffic
Shout with a paintbrush in your hand
Shout with your partner
Shout in the dark
Shout until you cannot breathe
Whisper while skydiving