Hey, You Old Fart,
Can you believe we made it this far? Our secret? Laughter, love, and a daily dose of bacon, salty snacks, and sugary drinks. At least we’re here and we’re… what were we talking about?
Each wrinkle? A trophy. Each silver strand? A sparkle. And every laugh line? Proof we did something right.
Stay sparky,
Kevin
We need a spoonful of candor…
Beware ofartificial allieswho extenda footthat tripsas ambivalent eyes watchyou fall beneathexpress bus number sixdepartingfor the farthestsuburbin the publictransit systemto protectthemselves fromconsequencesof calculatedcommotion dirty tire tracksstain unsuspecting backsbreaking beliefof bright futuresbeyond todaybut we willstand and steadyourselveswe will endure the painsand pressurethat therapydemandsuntil we are strongenough to stand on our ownanewwe will Note: This is part of a story…
Truth Hits Truth hitslike noontime sunlightin a long-dark room,dust dancing undercorner cobwebsand split plaster cracks.If I shut the doorand window blindsto hide my sloth,it’s still my wreck to wash. From Abstract to Concrete How Metaphor Turns Ideas Into Experiences Some ideas are hard to explain clearly. Truth, grief, love, and hope often lose their strength…
Sitting in the hot tub, pondering, my mind wanders.
Once in a high desert so hot, so dry,A whale was lost; no ocean nearby.He swam through sands, with heavy heart,Longing for water, a new voyage to chart. A seagull, named Jack, with sour tongue knife sharp,Swooped next to the whale, listening to him harp.“Ha!” said Jack, “What an ironic sight,A whale in this scorched,…
I’m longingfor cold water springstripping down canyon creeks,for birdsongs accompanyingmountain trail runs,for air that carriesthe sound of rebirth. I cravewarm sun kisses,freckled cheeks watching,colorful kites catchinggentle wind,open skies unfoldinga promise of play. Our winter freezehas lingered far too long,has kept us indoors,has doomed us to scrollingthrough false memoriesof better days. It’s past timewe gather,we collect,we…