Category Archives: laughter

In circles

15 Wednesday Oct 2025

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Time, in circles, rolls and spirals on..

we’ve been bamboozled and blinded by firm

starts and finishes–

Yes, birth to death,

but this existence is no line.

Pluck a stitch and you’re speaking with your grandmother,

dead long thirty years back.

Pick at another and your future babies,

whether this life or another,

giggle in morning thunder.

Our brains have been trained

by unnatural and convenient beliefs

unrecognized as such.

Put on a pair of enormous shoes borrowed

from a stranger and step..one

two three..

backwards to gather a new look

at the vastness of stories dancing about.

Teach your eyes to see the impossibly invisible,

what tires and confuses you now becomes,

in truth, a consequential but very funny

game–

remember your heart

and play it well.

This.

12 Wednesday Mar 2025

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Time is a not-knowing.

Life flow.

Infinite creative arising;

Step in

to where you can’t not be.

Awareness will return you there.

Here we are, within continent-birthing

and crumbling upheaval–

crashing edges, sudden limits, tighter twists,

unleashings,

every corner a blind turn.

So where do we go?

No place but here. This moment.

And when the lead line of anxiety

rockets out past our knowing,

we nod kindly, gather it home–

to breath, scent, pulse, wind, ground–

gently pulling back our reach,

that which takes us out past ourselves,

tipping us

away

from what is true.

Be loyal to this,

this,

this.

It is All.

Ever?

30 Monday Sep 2024

Posted by in adventure, approaching, beauty, departing, distance, laughter, lost, movement, poems, poetry, roughness

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Ever make a choice that lands you

smack

in foul waters?

The best made plans…

God continues laughing.

Somewhere down the dusky road

dotted lines passing softly in the rearview

will paint an unexpected picture,

shaking disparate puzzle pieces into place,

the pieces having been siblings from creation.

Keep looking ahead,

the unfurling story behind you,

rugged with color, disturbing in greys,

fuels what is to come.

And there’s no expecting

what that may be . . .

Egg rolls and IPA

28 Wednesday Aug 2024

Posted by in Earth, gratitude, grief, laughter, poems, poetry

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Egg rolls and IPA,

Agatha Christie, pop R&B and kids parading

in and out.

A strange and satisfying blend.

From a walk to the library to pick up,

among other things,

a copy of Winnie-the-Pooh

(multiple readings required) after news harsh enough

to melt one’s ears or harden one’s heart,

and stress enough to keep a person in bed,

I tip back my head to breathe in towering trees

and warm evening light.

It’s a funny world,

a funny, funny world we all share.

Awkwardly, magically,

and with plenty of bedevilment.

Keep laughter ever ready

in your blessed little back pocket.

It’ll never short-change you.

The borderlands

11 Tuesday Apr 2023

Posted by in dark, death, fertile, laughter, light, Loss, movement, offering, poems, poetry, presence, transformation, welcoming

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I live at the borderlands,

between mountain and grassland,

river and sea.

Here, vultures gyre above the hollows, high

as the peaks

in gliding circles,

where death meets light

and darkness greets the sun.

I live the in-between,

not expected, not sane, full

in constant emptying,

I rise as others fall, gather while

the confused lose.

Accompanying all, I am ever ready

to catch the tender hand

finally opened

by life.

I can not be held,

you will never be without me.

In cracks cursed for tripping you up,

that’s my nestling place.

I can not be found where money buys me, nor

in the thing anyone else swears will conjure me–

but my laughter will.

Eventually,

you will feel within

the kindness in those peals

and the years of loss, confusion, pleading

shall mulch the most fertile ground

you could set restful, strong,

willing roots into.

Welcome the borderlands,

for in them I dwell

ungraspable.

Can’t help but

01 Thursday Sep 2022

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Apples are falling from their trees

spreading sweetness to the ants and the air.

I keep wishing for a horse to feed them to as we walk along.

Skunk fans her tail at my approach

and waddles into the weeds through a living cave of stem and leaf.

Sun holds to the distant side of the mountain

but warmth and light are rising.

Laughing as I scuff along, there’s coyote–

she’s wandered into the domestic zone

to sniff things out, yes, and to stir up every dog

in the neighborhood.

Yip yip and garble bark grff.

The graveyard rests out past the hollyhocks,

walking by each day settles me.

Raw, unpainted crosses, tilted

and cracked.

Rounded mounds of earth, peaceful

and heavy.

Can’t help but smell autumn this morning.

A place I have become

12 Saturday Mar 2022

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A place I have become,

with no knowing where home is.

I carry home with me and in her, them, him I reside.

Words only bring us to the doorway,

imagination opens the door.

In this extended departure

the landscape broadens, roads disappear,

names change, expectation reveals its hollowness,

and desert mountain awaits.

A place I have become, moving upon this earth

without long plan, without people on the receiving end,

with nothing of permanence.

Laughter will replace fears and doubts soon enough.

For now, chasing details fills the days.

This place I become will carry me to the grave,

wherever and whenever that shall be.

In the meantime, feeding the soil, sitting with what is,

allowing for what will be, dropping off

assumptions,

and listening softening listening softening. . .

I want to know this place deeply and dearly

before I go.