January 28, 2014 #smallstones

Ray, pathway, today
Mandalay, DNA, Monterrey
Passion Play, Lady Day, protege
mayday, naysay, melee
dapple-gray, Santa Fe, rhymes with Ray


January 27, 2014 #smallstones

In Philadelphia I sense the spirit
of the Founder, his iconic image
everywhere, his ghost haunting
the back streets and alleyways
of this City of Brotherly Love –

always in awe of his foresight,
his vision, of the principles
which built this great nation:

and I am baffled –
we have fallen so short:
how the f— did we get it so wrong,
drive so far off track, so wrong?

January 26, 2014 #smallstones

It’s my favorite part of a concert:
the tuning of the instruments –
a cacophony of horns and strings
a single piano & light percussion –
warming up, tightening the bow
just so, sharpening the flats
of sound:

my favorite part.

Then the first violin walks in. And just
like a beehive where the queen
has been absent, the random buzz
of tuning stops and a calm descends
on the collective:

she strums a C-note & all join in.

January 25, 2014 #smallstones

not as pretty as Brahms
nor as majestic as Beethoven
nor as finely textured as Mozart –
but goddamned triumphant

a well-balanced, futuristic synthesis
of the rhythms of Native American dance
and the melodies of Negro Spirituals
and the bassline of joyous Bohemia –
a new world still is coming:
triumphant, indeed.

January 24, 2014 #smallstones

full days:
road trip to Westminster
(how I hate those six-lane highways!)
to meet new clients/outline new work –
locked up inside all Friday studying –
classes and work all day Saturday –
road trip to the City of Brotherly Love
Sunday for work and for poetry
(wonder how far is it from
the conference site to the Art Museum?) –
bus up at the crack of dawn,
(go MegaBus, and leave the driving to us!)
Amtrak back at midnight.

January 23, 2014 #smallstones

neighborhood public library patrons –

half wandering homeless:
seeking refuge from environmental elements,
seeking refuge from boredom/ignorance,

reading books –

half wandering retirees like me:
seeking refuge from boredom/ignorance,

reading books –

both have rights to public space

January 22, 2014 #smallstones

smooth white snowflakes coat
the algae build up inside
the glass fishbowl –
the crystal ball:

the head of the Beast is
drunk with malaria
from mechanical mosquitos –

standing water still stinks,
festers, breeds ten plagues –
green and brown scum stains
bleed through winter’s whiteness –

pure as driven snow,
sinking deep, deeper –
rotted to the core.