What dreams must come to Mothers minds
when hand of God shall crack the sky,
and rage away the troubled times
for perfect moments relief,
and breath.

Fresh weathered air
after tumbled trees and shaken nest.
When children hide and peak in wonderment,
knowing beauty in such natured strength.
The shutters flap and quake
about smacking harshly against the house.
And with a whack,
a clouded broom wipes all away
the greys, replaced by light and breeze
relief,
a breath

All the while she sleeps.
The storm her mind like R.E.M.
with visions of ages that call upon her depth.
When once that swam took first step
along rocken’d tip of skin,
or muffled crunch of those she loved striving to survive
while she entwined in cold lament.
Perhaps, she visions like we –
of happy days or strange desires.
Perhaps, she dreams of elemental fires.

No Matter

Like flesh and blood
to mount and mud.
Dreams do come to our dearest Mom.
After streak of sky and turbulence,
a peaceful time,
she takes
a breath.

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I have a new place to lay my head at night. It’s very close to my new nephew. Which is a plus.

Almost everything is in disarray with boxes scattered. The kitchen is unpacked for necessity, but I know that where I put the dishes and spices, isn’t the right place. In the living room, My relaxing chair is accessibly, but has a bit of a gauntlet to get to it, which I do twice a day.

However, what isn’t unfinished is my office. I’ve never had an office in my home. I’ve never had a place so close to go to work. My home office used to be the relaxing chair. You can picture how difficult it was to actually get things done, when the same chair you fall asleep in when watching movies, is the same chair you need to be alert and productive in.

I knew this, but what else was I to do? The place I did my work, was the same room as my living room, was the same place as my dinning room.

I have now untapped something I didn’t think possible. I’m productive, and very focused! When they ( don’t know who…google only shows radiohead ) said “everything in it’s right place”, was this what they were talking about?

Do you have a corner of the world were you work? Where you call your office? If not, and you are in a pinch, learn from my mistake, do not make it the same place you do leisurely activities. The urge to relax always wins. Maybe call your office Starbucks or a nice local coffee/pie shop. Maybe your office could be a park bench or even consider renting a workspace. It’s worth it!

today i weaved a tethered line
from foot to mind.
with bait and hook, i wrenched it back.
an awesome sight.

scaled appendage, in air to breath,
writhing and shining in the sun.
it fought for comfort of a biding sea,
whose tide have made it home to me

how frightened and scared?
the pain from hook inside
pulling and raging, so odd.
with resilient strife

i heaved some more. in time,
the bound creature lay
peaceful in my craft
and thankful for the path

Vulgar, crass, but so far Californication is entertaining. I think David Duchovny, is good at self deprecating, sad-man roles.

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Astrology is a mixed bag of entertainment and advise. There are those that make these statements that pretty much apply to almost anyone: “You will find something you thought was lost.” So, when you think you’ve lost your key’s and find them again, WOW!

So, why do I even read them?

Sometimes I just need a laugh and a moment of escape. It’s like reading the bus signs on the way to school — you know they won’t be any good, but at least it’s something to do.

Other times, I need something that let’s me know I’m not completely loosing it. But for these times, I don’t just flip open 24 or The Metro.

Introduce, Rob Brezsny. Not only are his horoscopes entertaining buy they’ve got a rare insight and perspective I don’t see anywhere else. Take this week for example:

Sagittarius

Here’s the first thing you need to know about the current state of your destiny: “Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.” That message comes to you from poet Rainer Maria Rilke. Here’s the second piece of wisdom you should take with you everywhere you go. It’s from Vladimir Nabokov: “For aren’t you and I gods? Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Release life’s rapture. Everything is blooming. Everything is flying. Everything is screaming. Laughter. Running.”

Is this right? Well, I’ll leave that for my own craziness. But, just to let you know, I think it is.

Take a look at his site, freewillastrology.com/horoscopes. If he doesn’t get it right, at least you’ll have a good moment of escape.

When I feel the pressure building up I get tunnel vision. I kick into gear and focus on one task at a time. But the longer I have that kind of focus, the more I loose the grand picture. “Why am I doing … ?”, “What’s the point in … ?” You get the idea.

But last week, while scrounging for pennies and food money, a friend reminded me that eggs and potatoes are cheap. Yes they are!

I brought home the groceries and then made some hash browns and poached eggs. I love hash browns and poached eggs!

The minute I sat down with my plate and cut into the eggs, the yellow yokes all runny tasty good. I smiled and for a moment the blinders lifted. The tunnel vision went away and I had a reprieve. I took a big breath. Who knew something so simple could be so powerful for stress relief?

So, do you need a good poached egg? Is there something you might be over looking? A simple pleasure, a simple act, a simple thing that you might be overlooking that could make all the difference?

This is an ode to matter of fact, in fact,
a poem like evidentiary stone and stat.

For one plus one is two, not three,
nor four or five, not twelve, indeed.
Yet, far from mathematic postulations
a soft and chewy sap awaits you.

A fact — In core of belly it sits and stays
your course along a rocky plain or
maybe through clear, already trodden path
your feet, no matter, will eat their grass.

And if along the way that path does stray,
your course, with force of will,
shall tumble trees and shatter shale.
What makes this “matter of fact” is inner still

“It is what is”, a need, a must,
a “way it goes.” It thrusts
from nock to tip, the target knows.
Your life in sight, to loose, is right.

Some may ask “what is”, “what might”
You disregard their shallow sight.
Can light escape universal grip?
Do elk or emu fret and flick?

I am what I am, no ands ifs or buts.
I do what I do, no quips or bumps.
Like one and one is two not fifteen
I do what I do, matter of fact, I’m me.