Category: Poetry

sizzling yellow summer sky beach balls on blistering sand worries like butterflies floating on the breeze heaven in a season shattered by clenched fists beating down the glass wall that separates rage from logic law and reason *** This is the eighteenth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away from the machine to think about things that don’t matter. I have no idea what I’m doing. – Jim

The roaring river slows to a trickle amid long days when rage rises up flooding your soul drowning everything else out. – And yet, they wait just out of reach— the promise of a sunrise. This is the seventeenth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away from the machine to think about things that don’t matter. I have no idea what I’m doing. – Jim

The confidence of a teenage girl hangs from a long strand of silk that makes its way through bustling high school hallways all the way home where it is cut loose so she can be herself in a place she trusts.   The confidence of a teenage girl is challenged every day in front of a mirror where she spends too much time wondering whether she’s pretty enough and smart enough and good enough for the world outside. – The…

Sometimes I stop and look around and wonder why we do it For the 80 years we’re blessed with walking the earth why do we care so passionately about things – Our lives are but a speck on the timeline of the world No one will remember us a hundred years after we’re gone Hell, only a few will remember us after just a few months – So why do we try so hard to do certain things Write symphonies…

At the grocery store with all its plastic food and marketing light pushing a cart following my wife keeping the oblivious zombies stocking up for the week at arm’s distance thinking how hard it is sometimes just to get through a goddamn day. At least there’s her. *** Jim

A cup of coffee Some social media Then a shower and a swim meet sitting waiting cheering for 32.41 seconds and then back to sitting outside, under a tree, with a computer working for an hour until the next race on a beautiful Saturday Home Lunch Outside for chores The weight of midday hanging still in the thick summer air a distant mower a barking dog a fly landing on the brick step next to my shoe I leap into…