Category Archives: The Wandering Doggerel

Hearts tamed of passion still feel, still love. Yet the blood runs thin there and the throb of the universe is a measured metronomic tick marking time in even steps. Their success is on its way to Byzantium where the … Continue reading →

The Shadow It was a lovely morning outside and so I opened a window to be closer to nature. A bird flew in the window, the flutter of wings a quick shadow across my face. It crashed into a mirror … Continue reading →

Mining The Tropes Of Our Lives For Archetypes there we were again, inside, drawn down the narrow shaft of perspective past mind’s open maw into the pit of coal and diamonds where the empty ache of eons rests above, below, … Continue reading →

Confusions on the Path to Parity of Mind (Part Two) Wisdom is in the geese flying north in late October evening above the asphalt-shingled jails of geometry where the prisoners below, thumbs screwed, sinews twitching in the clicks of buttoned … Continue reading →

Confusions on the Path to Parity of Mind (Part One) I return from mountain autumn in the woods and now am gorged with words like a tick embedded in a dictionary fat as a leech sucking on a lexicon this … Continue reading →

Thrumbeat of the Rat Brain A 21st century soliloquy And so here we are again, Mr. Flood, dead drunk this night on this high hill beneath another autumn moon, and winter coming, winter coming, Winter coming, soon. I see again below … Continue reading →