and yet others
arrive too late,
Continue reading “sunset at silver beach, part II”Capt. Rich
A sweet benefit of being slightly good at impersonations is the ability to conjure people, especially the departed, into the present moment.
One way I keep my second father, +Willie Mack Riche+ [aka Rich, Capt. Riche, Pop and Poppa — the father who majorly provided shelter/food/clothing and eight years of parochial primary education for me], present with me after sixteen long and quick years, is to impersonate his voice and his gestures; use his expressions, his words and pronunciations; or use the actual nicknames he conferred upon people — and also ones I imagine he’d assign to those whom he would’ve likely met and known had he lived longer.
I employ at least one of these precious nuggets of his essence at least once a day — so that even my “hound” dog Woody, who arrived nearly five years after my dad died, has a strong sense of his animated and playful personality.
Besides the love that we gave, I think we will all ultimately be remembered by our loved ones for our adorable, hilarious or maddening affectations, intonations, phrasing, expressions and idiosyncracies.
Continue reading “Capt. Rich”machines vs. words
not everyone appreciates Poetry,
or Poets.
know your audience,
and
Continue reading “machines vs. words”Moon Dog
after midnight, on January 6, eastern standard time, in The Great Lakes region of the continent of North America, there glowed a Moon Dog, insisting on due witness.
American Imperial Corporation Terrorism
The capitalist-imperial reach of the unrelenting American Doctrine and Policy of war-for-profit and profit-by-war might now only be checkmated by China, Russia and North Korea.
I remain steadfast in my long-lived support for the People of Venezuela and their right to the collective ownership, stewardship, management and benefit of their nation’s wealth of land and resources — which the United States of Corporations of America, historically and contemporaneously, has thwarted through dispossession, exploitation and greed — then, following the People’s Bolivarian Revolution, through sanctions, blockades, asset-seizures and threats to Venezuelan trade partners.
The US/CIA attempted to assassinate — and eventually did slow-kill Venezuelan President Hugo Chávez; now, early this morning, They have attacked Caracas, Venezuela and couped President Nicolas Maduro, kidnapping both he and his wife under a contrived, perjured, and empty USDOJ indictment.
THIS IS INSANITY.
THIS IS STATE TERRORISM.
and, Cuba will be next.
Solidarity with the People of Venezuela.
Solidarity with the People of Cuba.
America is a violent scourge on, and an insatiable, destructive and demonic presence in the World.
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americans of empathetic, inclusive and courageous consciousness:
Stop focusing your energy
on the effectively useless,
always selective,
always tenuous,
always exclusive,
always revocable,
First Amendment,
right now.
right fucking now.
Continue reading “americans of empathetic, inclusive and courageous consciousness:”wowowow | triple-palindrome wow
wowowow / wow³
a triple-palindrome exclamation or declaration of the word “wow”;
“wow” inarguably, operates as the most perfect palindromic superlative declarative or exclamatory, ever, and is infinitely palindromic — but the trinity, the triplet, the trifecta, of three interconnected wow’s is goldilocks’ zone sublime.
triple-palindrome wow:
wowowow. alternatively, wowowow!
Continue reading “wowowow | triple-palindrome wow”that’s all i know
influenced in part by, this most beautiful
dreamt song and these sweetly sung truths,
by Rodney Crowell.
my mother turned 75 years-old yesterday
and that’s all i know,
about her
anymore
fast food
there’s a good spot nearby:
garden-to-mouth / raw, whole foods
served forage-buffet style
and trepadeira pepper
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august
say something about August.
well,
it sweats and sticks
then is gone too quick
just when you begin to tolerate it;
if Sunday Scaries were 31 days in a row;
a sudden carpeting of yellow leaves on green grass — current fall rate: 1 leaf per minute —my instrumentation: a pair of 5+decades-old eyes;
there will be no prolific fruiting on the two black walnut trees this year — and i am guilty with a schaudenfreude regarding the red squirrels;
the starlings stack the power lines and camouflage themselves in the green tree tops
this, a rest stop in their annual migration
those synchronized swimmers of atmosphere,
a singular heartbeat, a murmuration, of hundreds of individuals, these beautiful communists.
i have become invested with the observation and documentation of phenology:
i expected them this week.
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the limineen | earthling, poet & crone 