Terminal Musings

Finding my way


No one’s left
when he returns.
common spaces,
laughed their way
to other places.

Pay no bother
when he’s around.
Words ignore
and plans exclude,
but they keep him there;
steady spare. [Continued]

July 20th, 2014

Laugh Lines

For ________.

Greatest gift when freely given.
Threads its way
through lives untold.
Each one will it their days enrichen,
and more laughs will it unfold.

July 18th, 2014


I can hear only the wind. It snakes its way through the hills leaving fugitive trails in the shifting yellow grass. It cannot touch me here, in the lee of this rock. Two, no – maybe three times taller than me, [Continued]

July 8th, 2014