And then there's.....

Better hold fast to the void.

Tuesday mornings with the Boy

Tuesday, and Sky is home sick with a "cold".....whatever.....as soon as i turned the car back to the house he was singing like a carolina wren.....

now he's walking around the house......what's there to do?

so, i didn't go into my mindless job, i guess i'll clean house today.  That can be therapeutic.  My sister gave me the Dalai Lama's book - "The Art of Happiness"  the cover is very good.

It is a beautiful day, but pretty cold.  

So, what's it all about Alfie?

Hey, where did it go?

Ah,  here

Family of Bones

these tiny bones, i lay them on my life

they are you, and you, and you.

arranged to be the skeleton of love,

i sit inside them a attention, like 

a dog waiting for its owner to return.

a garbage truck could flatten them into

the road, or a wind could scatter them

apart.  as fragile as the remnants of a 

bird, without the guts, without the worm.

with rain into the gutter they could flush 

away, and there everything i love would 

go.  these pearl bones, i wish they could 

be safe.  so few, hung together with a thin

string or something.  a family of bones

I talked to two friends yesterday, past and present....

and realized I haven't let go of a lot of things.  

Bill sent me a lot of poetry before he died.  But my favorite was written by Suzzy Roche:

Random Stuff

Okay, so even though I don't really have anything to say, i'm writing anyway, but here's the thing, i really didn't think anybody read this, so i'm writing this ..... i don't know why.  This is my boy, Sky, who is nine.  He drew this picture when he was seven.  he looks exactly like this except that right now his hair is pretty long.

If you want to see him in action, here is a link to a movie his buddy (my ex-nephew Jasper) took.  Never mind, I couldn't figure out how to do that, but if you go to utube, and type in ffuP, you will see it.

I'm writing about sky because I don't really have much to say, I ran 2 miles yesterday, and i'm stiff as a board.

Let's see there is this delirious garden in my head, it is spring after all, with colombines, narcissus, bleeding hearts, and hyacinths.  The air is heavier, and thundering right now, crackling.  

You have to let go of the past to move on.  And you have to go forward, there is no past, except in memory, totally subjective.  There is no future except in your imagination, and there is no now, a heartbeat between memory and imagination.