Odd

A shoe is a strange thing to write about, but stranger things have been written about. I once wrote a poem about a lonely sock. That one was a tad sad. This one though, has a happy ending. I lost… Read More »About a Shoe

When I was in school I read a story of the most beautiful woman. This is what I remember – A little girl was lost and crying uncontrollably. The villagers asked the sobbing child to describe her mother.She could only… Read More »My Mother

Its been a while since I recorded HappeningsSometimes its good to just let it happenSometimes its good to just let it flowSo basically – nothing to record

Grey cells spread their spoilsNumbers abound, jumping from every corner that the eye can travel toIn an ergonomic setting; 10 inches above the eyesThe screen stares back While the cells in the spreadsheets wage a war

A black hole is a region of space in which the gravitational field is so powerful that nothing, not even light, can escape its pull Hmmm – if you want to build analogies off of this, you may 🙂

Just when you find a comfortable wedge A warm blanket, a good book, steaming coffeeWhy is it time to get up?

Sometimes I wonder about words that I have read and even liberally use but no-one ever explained what it actually meant – I mean what it actually sounded like or felt like… What does a chuckle sound like?What does a… Read More »

The sky isn’t clearDotted with tufts of cloudsOutlining green mountainsUnclear and beautiful

What defines you is how high you rise after you fall. – Dubious sources (Actually a dialogue from Maid in Manhattan..sheesh)

Read this line in the program of the play I watched today ” We were not the victims of a happy childhood” Its a loaded statement. Have you ever looked at someone who has really gone through something – I… Read More »Victims of Happiness

An illusion is real until it is brokenAnd reality is an illusion waiting to be broken

If you can’t solve a problem – just leave it behind…

What do you need to be happy?—-Nothing!

When something that exists today dies, it becomes the pastIt becomes a memoryWhat happens when a dream that you saw diesDoes it become the past? But how can it when it never existed in realityIt was, after-all, just a dream… Read More »Sleepy Contemplation