thru schizoaffective eyes

How do the fireflies see my headlights? How does a bird view the shoreline? Little zipper he follows because from breakers fish rise. How does the fish see the trough beak, of a gliding pelican? Scooped up in a bucket then black. And how does the night see the day? Estranged friend, political opposite, unknown, unimagined, never touched, except two brief moments at dusk and twilight, sunset and sunrise when the light and dark mingle, and world’s spheres pull closer for such a fleeting short time. But noon will never know midnight. Noon will never reach out to midnight to comb her soft hair or invite him to dinner with no one else there. Noon and midnight are as distant as opposite ends so they dream and envision and write poems imaging their counterpoint has a wild side. Maybe noon sees midnight as risky and loud when in a peaceful place it’s just not true. Maybe midnight sees noon as too hot when in a temperate winter noon ca...

  2010 I remember conflict between me and other students, because of how I approached the world then. I remember a young woman named Brittany who was a Quaker who argued with me a lot. I remember arguing with Adam even though I wanted to be his friend, both of their friends. Experiences that stand out Folding a paper crane at Snug Hollow bed and breakfast How everyone interacted in that moment How I felt separate from others then especially but still was somehow glad and grateful for the experience. Walking on the snow down to the sport fields on day one Coming back and making a haiku Feeling emboldened because you kept encouraging my abilities I felt zero apprehension about whether or not I could do contemplative writing for the first time I just remembered a guy named Michael Huckstickler. Was he in that class? If so I remember him much more clearly in my peace and justice class. I barely remember him in CW. I remember a really ni...

  I am sleeping in the most beautiful dream I've ever had But I just realize waking life is being bombed and starved and interned What will I do? My sleep is almost perfect  But if I don't wake I cannot use my voice and platform  Use the remaining sliver of  Democratic liberty  To join forces And try to save this world 

  If you had to eat the same thing every day what would your one meal be? I decided to do 3 meals because I don’t want to just do one. (I think the calorie count adds fairly low.) Plato de fruto (Costa Rican dish – fruit plate) Oatmeal with cinnamon plain yogurt maple syrup and walnuts Spinach or kale salad with pecans and soft crumbled goat cheese balsamic vinegar dressing salmon sushi (half) sweet potato sushi (half) Last meal plain water lemon merengue pie homemade (to start the meal) dr pepper stuffing my dad’s rolls from the 90s before he went whole wheat with butter (kinda like Texas roadhouse rolls) lemon queens cake and raspberry ice cream (Food city brand) (still thinking on this. I wouldn’t want to feel overstuffed.) I once knew a woman who ate cake and ice cream every day.  She lived pretty old and very full.

  Love Keeps Coming Love comes out of the blue You cannot find it if you look in the shoe Or under the buckle Or between the laces Or in the sock Or in the grains of sand stuck in the toenail Love is in the soul Love is the goal But it’s stuck in a place with no boundaries or face Love is delicious if sucked on or nibbled But you cannot find love Where ever it’s dribbled Love is everywhere Love is abundant and wide Love comes out of the blue Like a blue heron glide It comes often and it feels sometimes never Love will come for you Love is so clever I have been asking for 40 years will it ever? But was I aware enough to bite the bullet? Did I see love the 40 times it flew towards me? Skimming my mullet? Now I am old and a man says he loves me. Am I wise enough to dig a hole and root my feet and see? Relationship is accomplishment and accomplishment takes staying. Digging in deep to a quote a good saying. Will I dig down deeper? Will I have the wisdom to know a keeper?