Friday, January 10, 2014

Paper Swallow by Stanley Moss

This poem appeared in my inbox the other day from the Poem-A-Day subscription by Academy of American Poets.

Paper Swallow, by Stanley Moss

Sunday, November 3, 2013

I visited a Native American burial site in Autumn

Autumn is the sublimation of the seasons.
I stood atop the remains of the centuries
when winds were high and colors flew
and their world changed slowly, as I looked through
bare branches exposing a swift harvest and endless summer
but it wasn't endless anymore, the way generations are...
My hand in my jacket pocket traced the plastic case of my cell phone
and I was a stranger.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

I like the way you call me

I like the way you call me
from the road, I miss you
like I miss far off places
when I play a slideshow
reminiscing in three-second intervals
I get there quickly, to whatever
What I'm saying is
I like the way you call me.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Afternoon instant coffee

Bistro 101 Jazz

I've been slacking on the blog updates, but here's a nifty little iPhone app I downloaded awhile back and have been playing with. You can create teensie little looping videos...

This was taken at Bisto 101, which is about the only halfway decent restaurant and music venue in my little hometown. This place is actually quite amazing, great food, great crowd, and I hope they can stick around for a long time (places tend to come 'n go quickly 'round these here parts).

Friday, April 12, 2013

April 12

You were quiet
as a church mouse
yeah I like to slip by
unnoticed, she said.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

April 11

Rob's job.
And then he realized
I wasn't sober. Not like I had been
just a few minutes ago before
Richard perched behind the couch
and his head floated there
like a more lovable Cheshire Cat,
and then the ooga boogas came in waves
and my heart wanted to stop, but
I made my way to the carpet
where the room came alive and danced
real tiny like and that's when
the illumination held me captive.

Monday, April 8, 2013

April 8

Sometimes I'm too tired to do
much of anything after dark
when the day turns quiet
and my mind turns on a dime
to follow the day down country
roads that lead to a nearby farm
town not too near but not too far
where so many other lives happened
are happening
will happen
or maybe I will fall asleep
and forget
to remember.