Thursday, December 18, 2025

half is here the other half/ is somewhere else

half is here the other half
is somewhere else

isn't that they way things go
though you always figured  

we'd be full 
but time cuts us in half

days cut more slices 
i tally the score

it halves the half
and sometimes more  

but on the other hand
my brain is full

stuffed through busting
at the seams 

i should let it
all hang out 

fill all my fictional halfs
and imagined strain



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the ocean is the color of green stone

the ocean is the color of green stone
with some birds crying as they fly

i watch deborah enter the water
duck under a series of waves 

she swims alongside vigorous 
bull kelp with strands 
bigger than your arm 

the bulbs of the kelp bob
so does she 

when she comes out
and is shaking the water
from her arms and legs 

a bystander says
"that was well timed!"
this beautifully deceptive day
 
currents give and take 
a water can drag you down 

my darling puts herself out there
every time she goes


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Portuguese beach, Mendocino


the statue of buddha falls

statue of buddha falls

head breaks off 

rolls under the bed

what a beautiful day 



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12.18.25

thursday before christmas

thursday before christmas
a murder of crows circle  

cawing loudly flying up 
flying down but not landing 

i watch them from
the kitchen window 

it reminds me of 
this plastic skull i have

almost life sized with 
lights inside it 

the skull is black and 
sinister 

the lights glow gently
change colors slowly 

deep blue purple orange
yellow blue green 

burning in the depths
i always wanted to show

this skull of mine to a
dear friend 

i think he would have
liked it 

he would have understood
i keep it on my desk

i think of my friend 

the crows have gone 


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For Jack W