Nobody's creekbed
songs, prayers, poetry, stories, art, photographs, moving pictures, fondnesses, tall-tales and meditations
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
it took a while,
what you were doing,
as it was unrecognizable,
even (especially) to you,
but then it was there to stay,
to keep
you blew and blew to get the fire going,
tears warm on your gladdening face
in the distance sounds of celebration--
somebodies when
sit the fire tonight
work tomorrow's light
inscription, relief
the return
the gone here
out of time and place
the dream was
sorrow-joy
go go go
where you always were
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
My wonderful, longtime friend Kat has a great blog! Check, check it by clicking below:
Perpetual Andragogy: Adventures of an Adult Learner
The most recent post is a great ode to the great book The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. I urge you to check it out!
More, Kat has another cool blog:
That Dam Kat
(In explanation of the cool name.... Kat and I are both from Lake of the Ozarks, Missouri, and particularly the classic Bagnell Dam area. Couple old dam cats to be shure. Dig it. A good solid part of my soul and heart yet lives there.)
love,
j
Perpetual Andragogy: Adventures of an Adult Learner
The most recent post is a great ode to the great book The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. I urge you to check it out!
More, Kat has another cool blog:
That Dam Kat
(In explanation of the cool name.... Kat and I are both from Lake of the Ozarks, Missouri, and particularly the classic Bagnell Dam area. Couple old dam cats to be shure. Dig it. A good solid part of my soul and heart yet lives there.)
love,
j
Monday, April 25, 2011
"I was slinging it up there and hoping something good happens instead of telling myself to have a focus and a purpose for each pitch," Westbrook said. "I really concentrated on doing that tonight and felt I was more locked in on what I was doing."
Friday, April 22, 2011
Coming In (by Burnpile) by justin stone
New song by our band Burnpile -- 'Coming In' -- featuring good friends Keith Kofoed on charango and Caroline Conroy on cello. More soon! Light a pile.
New song by our band Burnpile -- 'Coming In' -- featuring good friends Keith Kofoed on charango and Caroline Conroy on cello. More soon! Light a pile.
Cousin Joey Wales, The Bunny, and Benmont Jefferson
Another One of Your Easter Miracles
... a glimpse of things to come ...
... a glimpse of things to come ...
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Saturday, April 09, 2011
your world of ideas
a house you lived in alone
old breathing home
seasons many
seasons many
"I came to be here. I came to be."
know you you
for few do
voices come and gone
and come again
a visitor at the end of the path
coming toward
a smile to raise the night
and then others
rooms made light
laugh
harmony
work remembered
shared
stories made full
memory new
"I will outlast little but what is true."
know you you
know others too
morning
quiet and full
at great length
a movement across field
up along the ridge
and out
toward sun
song
a sense of completion
"I was standing right there when I saw you."
a house you lived in alone
old breathing home
seasons many
seasons many
"I came to be here. I came to be."
know you you
for few do
voices come and gone
and come again
a visitor at the end of the path
coming toward
a smile to raise the night
and then others
rooms made light
laugh
harmony
work remembered
shared
stories made full
memory new
"I will outlast little but what is true."
know you you
know others too
morning
quiet and full
at great length
a movement across field
up along the ridge
and out
toward sun
song
a sense of completion
"I was standing right there when I saw you."
Friday, April 08, 2011
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Monday, April 04, 2011
Sunday, April 03, 2011
In a quiet room...
How the dog put his paw on you...
How she came home,
Lightened that I know is a heavy mood...
It takes longer than you can think
To get over it...
Rough justice, I guess,
For my own abandonment
The wind do not know a time or date
How the dog put his paw on you...
How she came home,
Lightened that I know is a heavy mood...
It takes longer than you can think
To get over it...
Rough justice, I guess,
For my own abandonment
The wind do not know a time or date