Archive | September, 2012

Containers of Time & The Death of a Blog

19 Sep

Poetry can be a dead end, but if it speaks of eternity and love in words

on the tongue a treasure, and I think of sea gulls and all those birds

we’ve seen as recurring symbols- the birds keep on reiterating, Momma, a gull,

a crow, a goose, a turkey- certain symbols keep on reiterating, over

and over again- and it is all about never finding enough time to spend on

love and kindness

and we had that last estate sale which we did not know then would be the

last or our last meal out after a day of tests and doctors, and

now the poetry is expanding- some are turning into paintings as

well as the day rises or the night ends or daybreaks and nightcaps.

Working on next collection of poetry- which will launch a new

site as this blog has expired, but shall remain cybernetically

alive beyond even its death- a true ktistec blog machine

eternity- entitled “The Island Field Museum or

Prehistoric Cemetery Trips or

Small mammals on a great blue dot spinning

’round… Mandy and I will debate these and

other titles well into

the night and maybe even

into the morning.

Not asleep yet, just sitting here opening up

my mind, and taking in all the signs that

keep on repeating:

1. a lone gull on a line of empty pier posts

2. a new dinosaur- Baryonyx Walkeri discovered by a plumber in 1983

3. a black hole scary story in the dark

4. “Deep Hole to Probe Big Fault”- starring french campers & hijinks

involving stolen firewood- file under beach/comedy

5. two gulls on a perfect soul perch

6. wind surfing in farmlane puddles with boats made of leafs-

what craft they art!

7. Carolina wrens will predict a mild winter this year?

8. a boat from Christ’s time washes ashore long ago

9. sleepy squirrel blues summer sales

10. ?

11. Thoughts on the images & symbols the keep on reiterating- over and over again.

And. This blog is dead, but as in all things a rebirth will follow as I will be launching a a new blog- and those links will go:

0. Here

Cybernetic Tongues Tasting Babel– the new poetry blog


I thank each and everyone of you for stopping by and reading, and ask that you continue to do so, and keep on reading even more once other blog experiments launch. As always feel free to email me or leave a comment below.

Peace, love, and light. Namaste.


A Note on Containers of Time & The Death of a Blog

18 Sep

for Mandy

May the streets always treat us as sweetly as they did that final trip with Mom

before she left this mortal coil calling out- screaming out love- and then her

spirit went flying high as a kite at an empty beach staring right back is the

sea just passing through the states spreading the ashes of our other mother

across this spirit circus caravan sleeping in booths waking up to blue sky-

what else would you want?


Gravel crunching and a jug of rain water- the first

summer rain- wash your feet, hair, and self in the

keys to the rain that comes in a box wrapped

up in ribbons spinning in the breeze. A chorus

of frogs tonight a new eternity, a new morning-

yet still missing those train whistle


and concerts upon

Walking Mom’s dogs in the dark now-

composing this in the rain-

and me and you have been lucky

just ducky,  and we are talking

of new titles-

Adventures in Duck Country-

for the new blog for this

blog is dead…

this is the death of a blog-


is a




played at night

along with:

stray cat screaming


coyotes howling





train whistles


jingle bells

and charms

falling off


and onto

into the


twelve string


but still it


the tunes

drifting ever


trying to