Row, row, row your boat everly down life’s stream;
Wearily, warily, wearily, warily in the demon’s dream.
“This world is just a dream of a Demon”
Inscription from one of [the] Bogomil tombstones.
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.
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.
Continue reading “august”have mercy.
in mid-July, the summer-resident barn swallows who had successfully raised and launched four fledglings by June 23rd, 2025, attempted to raise a second brood;
while i am not absolutely sure if it was the same set of parents or another in the barn swallow community that utilized the nest — as there is a collective of more than a dozen swallows that visits and assists in feeding sometimes too — it is most likely they are the same parent pair;
this is the second summer the barn swallows have nested here in my barn — using last year’s well-constructed nest which they attached to one of the joists like a balcony cantilevered on a Chicago highrise;
i began leaving the overhead barn door open when i first noticed them circling and investigating the barn a few years back; and i was thrilled last year when they began construction of their nest — they were so very welcomed and wanted here — i now know to leave the barn door raised from mid May through July to give them access.
not quite fledged, but stretching their wings in the safety of the barn, June 2025
Continue reading “have mercy.”
the limineen | earthling, poet & crone 