mind heart soul will blood sweat tears muscle, and bone,/and then always something else—not more, just else . . .

Hot Weather

By the time she reached home, dinner would be there in thirty minutes, on the table. Not a lively table, just politeness, and calm. There were no issues of the day that needed discussing, no problems to be solved.

In praise of the colorful flock with crowns of teased cotton candy rising high above Modular walls, stalled operating systems staling coffee and pale corner offices

Over the last years of her life, my mornings began when Mom decided to play. Sitting on her black, ball-and-claw stool, she'd raise the key cover, stretch her neck and shoulders, and take slow, deliberate breaths. A deep, meditative state descended over the room and…

From this fundamental simplicity,/ houses, cities, regions./ A nebula stretches across the grid.

you knew the lightbent it in your favorleapt confidentlyacross heartscheeks and shouldersrouged chromaticincandescent pretendingperhaps the dark had no claimover your lonely clumsy soul© 2013 - Rene

Standing there as you walked away from me that late March afternoon, in the park off Meridian Street, the spring tableau seemed

Lulls, and the gulls, amid the tides and their tears (And I join their voices and my heart is run), Though each or neither takes no part in my fears, I join no hands with the beach or the years (And the ships slip near plus yon). Held handfast,…

A brief colorful season/ and then the fall as winds/ break the hold the leaves have

Nature is perfect... We can never learn that much

She is a manifold of temporal flows.

Then there she is, and she makes me love-sad; it's a vehement, absolute, hard love-sad no one else needs to understand, though they can see; it's an emotion so concrete it's felt from the chest, not from a tenuous concept called heart.

" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."

“Now, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” is a hit of the eighties.”