How Home Is


Industry percolates out back in a house of windows. A pitcher of  late summer weeds and medicine greens anchor the center of a round wood table that wears the beauty of decades of purely utilitarian treatment. There is room for all of us at the table, including the unnamed and as yet, absent, who will arrive in various states of enlightenment and dishevelment.  We are joined loosely by constraints and steadfastly by principle.

My tribe has drawn close to me. We are busy and the work of our hands is fruitful. Our laughter and our labor keeps perfect cadence as we play in the music of the hum of the earth.

In winter, morning finds our circle closer. The fire already crackling and glowing as I arise. Cello music and warm cats, fresh coffee and rich cream against the gray sleet falling on our garden. Soft voices planning for spring, collected around the hearth. Last year’s seeds waiting for April in the bountiful larder of our collaboration, fortifying our bones and our dreams. Our rhythm slows to a heartbeat’s pace among the blankets,  catalogs and blueprints.





more is better

Red Flower Near White Flower during Daytime

More sleep, better coffee

Newer books, older wine

Fresher faces, festiver places

More green, window scenes

Louder drumming, less clothes

Sunnier faces, quieter places

Bigger waves, privater coves

Sugar maples, oranges, cloves

Crisper sheets, cooler nights

Snappier style, flattering light

Longer lunches, cheaper flights

More is better

Better is nice






a heavy and excessive abundance of too much of everything

traffic cars street traffic jam

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Mail, bills, calls, requests

Phones in my life, packages to mail

Needs, wants, hours at work

Days at work, days in August

Degrees outside, places to be

Pockets of people, hands in my pocket

Pockets of dirt, dirt in my house

Houses on my street, streets in my town

Cars on streets, streets to travel

Towns full of people, people full of needs

Less is best

Less would be more





six thousand things

atmosphere clouds cloudy country

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15 bureaucrats

16 agendas

collective whimper

of the polycom



without a fix

ass covering

policy following

cheese stick lunches

cold coffee

with gnats

on a Thursday

in late July

short handed

short tempered

short sighted


but glory

aren’t these the days

a speculator will wait it out

and before locking up

will hoist both pale, naked feet

high onto the desk

and from a reclining position

sometime after 6 pm


realizing the actual brilliance of contrast

and consider all that is opposite

all that is good