1.7.26

 It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood

Sky overcast

Thick with gray blankets overhead

There were some appointments/stacatto

And then, of course

Dog walks

I spent 12 years

Soaked in the loveliness

Of living with Dante

Magnificent being that he was

It’s interesting what remains

After someone is no longer

Living

Breathing

It’s fascinating. how if we.

Intend to grieve honestly

Clearly

We get to the other side

After all of that aching sad beauty

And on the other side is

Phenomenal stuff

Clarity

Insight

The capacity to perceive beyond

Just living, breathing realm

We all encounter this, whether we

Leave a helpful or treasured place

Or a time in our lives of a certain

Really wonderful configuration

There are things that occur in hindsight

That are unable to come to us

In the present moment

Initially, I was so shocked

At the vast distance between the two

And then I settled down Into

The comforting beauty

Because on days when I was

Stable enough

Balanced enough

Present enough

Then, just like you

I was far more capable

Of sensing and perceiving

The whole deal going on

It’s funny, isn’t it?

And I don’t know if other species are like this or not

But humans decide that

But exist is what they each

Can experience

Perceive

We tend to be stuck in this paradigm

Where if we can’t

Detect some phenomena

With our senses

It must not exist

I’m telling you it’s a

Curiously self-absorbed

Position to stick ourselves to

When we find out that

Other animals can

See and hear and smell and feel and taste

All of this huge realm of stuff

That we are unable to get anywhere near

We dismiss that from our mind completely

Either that or we

Make believe that it can’t be so

I remember once one of my siblings

Had settled the scoliosis of a teenager

Who in the past with doctors had had

Unfortunately

Many x-rays

And the newest x-ray showed

No scoliosis whatsoever

The parents explained the bodywork the kid was getting

And the doctor puzzled over the x-rays, and then said

That the past x-rays must’ve been mistaken

I swear

That was the best he could do

Right there is a human propensity

So here on this beautiful

January day

Of dark glistening clouds

The slate blue rushing river

I went out with my two dogs

Ember, A terribly intense

Two-year-old German Shepherd

And Taschen

Five month old German Shepherd

With my cleats on

We happily traversed our favorite place

One of the Eagles was perched to the side of their nest

On the island

In the river

By the bridge

Quietly hunting

The black and white flock of ducks

Disappearing and appearing

As they fed

In the waters

We walked and slipped around

The dogs sniffing and snuffling

Each step we took

An adaptation

An acknowledgment

Seeing what we could do to

Simply take in

The moment challenges of our time here

The disastrous choices of 48.9%

Of our nation here

And then the untold endless possibilities

Tucked into

Every single moment

1.3.26 Well Hello Again

 You have to admit

It’s pretty interesting

How life comes around the bend sometimes

And smacks into you

And you turn

And you recognize

And you smile

And your heart becomes full

Your heart becomes full of

All these living beings

So many kinds of organisms

And you are one of them

And years ago

Perhaps you woke up in the morning

And went to bed at night

And scrambled around

When you fell off the path

Lying there in the ditch

Legs struggling

Wondering if you would be able to

Get up again

And then you did Get up, didn’t

And you learned to

Just let the love for yourself

Slide deep inside of you

Despite your being

Perfectly imperfect

And sometimes you turn the corner

And you bumped into things that you made

Long Ago

And you get to know each other again

You get to know yourself again

You get to peer out into the fog and distance

Where others reside

And just feel the grace of all

Life changing

Times shifting

Growing older

Watching the garden of your life

Ebb And flow

Watching the evidence of how you

Inexplicably repair and come back to life

Who knew

I don’t know about you

I find life to be phenomenally difficult and confusing

Magnificent heart rending

Just like this day we have been given right now

Over here,

In this small life

Eight years later

There is a little cottage

In a little village

Filled with friendly people

Who want the best for everyone

And lots of them have dogs

And no matter the weather

They go walking around and round the little streets

Of the little town

And often enough, there are Sunday branches

Poetry readings

Evening black-eyed peas, meals by the outdoor fire

An email thread where they

Ask for rides

And offer up unwanted things

And complain about stuff

Older than before

I happily live in my little cottage

I have freedom now

I have peace and grace

There was a shit show of weird stuff

In my life before

But it’s gone now

I continually repair

Like the rest of us

I went to trap and neuter black kittens

Behind a friends house

They were Emaciated

I brought them into my home where they have stayed

Wild, beautiful, black cats

I have five other cats with enormous

Cat towers and cat patios, and

A separate place where the dogs can’t go

My beautiful Dante is dead and gone

And Ember Is here, 2, 

And Taschen (5 mo)

I see my clients in my practice again

I walk dogs

I think about Yevtushenko Often

He sat quietly

And cracked nuts

Growing older

Crafting beauty

Considering livelihood

Dancing with the cosmos

Being and becoming

All good things

In the midst of crazy awful nation

Driven by 48.9% of the population of my country

Brutalizing the world and our own people

Still, we make beauty

Still, we do what we can 

for the good of all

Welcome back

We are all here

Here We All Are, 2026

 I’m not quite certain how I got to this destination 

Today, of all days

Old poison flowing so far adrift

The guy stuck in the kitchen

Searching me out, hopeless 

Grief of the loss of

A good cultivated target

The delight of crafting

 covert harm

Watching the suffering

 

But turns out

Even with those dead and gone gone

You can block them 

And effortlessly 

And then Guidance can check in

Convey the essence of them

Pissed off

Twisting in the wind

Wondering how their plan 

Went so

Wrong 

In the meantime, no longer is 

Anyone holding me down

Under

Deep incapacitated in a 

Psychopath’s induced

Coma 

Instead, I'm 

Way over here

Completely undetectable to him

Though the guy

Sends out hunting parties 

Lights off a few flares

Turns out i sold the place

After copiously cleansing it weekly for years

Not quite certain where

The evil, the stench 

Was originating from

Now I see all the ritual, the smudge

Was to purify from his 

Choice cut Malevolence

Leaking , draining out upon

Everything

Now I’m far from there

I bet the main squeeze( of 17

Thankyou very much )

Might still leave her pathetic fucking 

Balloon, glass vase of flowers 

Turning to ice 

On the road by the mountain range 

Coward

If I had just known

I would've dropped him off

At her little house

She could’ve had him

Too bad

She begged to come by anonymously 

Visit his death bed

She thought she could stink by me

What an odd one

Too bad all you got

Were some sunglasses, a copy of the

Wind chime i asked him for

A special name turns out he called all of them

A ring to cover your

Deceit, your desperation

Now you don't even know

He let the train into the light go by

Betting he Stay behind 

Suspended in the kitchen 

To the left of the stove, I’ll have you know 

So he could suck me dry

Forever

Sheesh, if he ever saw me now

Beautifully situated in a 

Little community village

Beautiful solid cottage 

Recovered enough from his harm 

to work my magic again, my practice

Two German Shepherds, you heard me right

So many cats

Peace and honesty and a 

Thick spiritual life

Every day filled

With grace

If he only knew

He'd be outraged

He would HATE my success, my reputation

Me having nice things

Me, living with solidity and happiness

God, He would ache

To destroy me again 

A few years ago somebody asked 

Mia Farrow

What she thought of

That pedophile she had been 

in relationship with

And she replied

It really didn’t interest her anymore

When all this went down

When the big reveal started rolling out

Secrets and money And so much more

I thought of her words

And my goal was recovering

So beautifully and so thoroughly

That that shit show with him

Simply would not interest

Anymore

Mostly that’s true

But here is a blog

That he used to share

With all those circling about

It was it was part of his game

To tell about his family

He was pretty good  at it

They all kept his secrets

Thinking they were special

After he kicked off, and I started writing

About malevolence and harm

One of them sent me a direct message

They had played around 

But he was clear how important

His family was

Silly them

That was just part of the game

Years ago, WordPress said

This was all closing down

Goodbye

I had been very sick for a bunch of years

Turns out evading an Auto immune disease

Brought to my knees

By a predator

So I would take walks with my dog

And think about things

And photograph the beauty

And then share it

This was way before social media

And it would show thousands and thousands of people

All over the world

Looking at what I wrote

I wasn’t quite sure why

It was just quiet thoughts

Words and pictures

It was all supposed to disappear

That’s what they said

I assumed it had all evaporated

But , Go figure 

here we are years later

And somehow it’s still here

And I am approaching a date

That could be considered an anniversary of sorts

Birth and death and predators and 

The delicious propensity for so many of us 

To transform into a 

Phoenix

The thinning of the curtain

Probably all of those thousands and thousands of people

In Africa and Pakistan

Are long gone

But that happens in life doesn’t it?

Sometimes we just express ourselves

Because there’s some kind of song inside of us

That might be of interest to absolutely nobody but us

Words and pictures

And sometimes that’s enough to be grateful

To weave together your own happiness

And mine

And the refrain to him will

Always be

Goodbye to you

Goodbye to you

Goodbye to you

Goodbye to you