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Friday, July 29, 2016

Dear Friday:

Come on,
bring more rain like yesterday's:
thunder, great gusts of wind
and buckets & buckets
of glorious water-from-above
making mud where
once were trees.  I know
that Mother Nature will
take what she so generously gives
and multiply it infinitely
to repair man's folly.

I am not a friend of change.
I do not go with the flow.
I try; I fail.
I fail; I try.
I've never been fluid,
more like a rock
embedded in limestone
in an undiscovered cave.

Nothing in life
can prepare you
for constant, unending



Friday, July 22, 2016

Well, Fuckity Fuck, Fuck, Fuck...

"This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper."  T. S. Eliot

          ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^'s well over a thousand acres sold
in the swampy, gorgeous woods formerly
across the street from me
that are going, gone,
gone.  Red dirt flying,
dead animals rotting
and a neighborhood crying.

Fuck you, International Paper:
killers, murderers, ecosystem rapers,
greedy bastards.

Rumors are multiplying like
rabbits in the first warmth of Spring.
Everything from new, ritzy neighborhood
(who the fuck wants to build a house
in a flood zoned swamp full of alligators
beside the railroad tracks?)

There's a lake back there...
Are they going to drain it,
kill the alligators
and fill it with dirt?  Hmmm...

I hear the 2 a.m. train's lonely
whistle most nights/mornings(?)
and I'm a mile away.

Then there's the trailer park theory
cuz we all know trash lives by the tracks,

Mud racing track...
Replanting of Pines...
Apartment complex...
Aluminum plant (newspaper had this one)...

No matter, really.  The trees are gone.
The animals are all still dead.
The world I've known for
26 years has vanished in a week...

Fuck change.

My Cypress tree produced
almost 30 baby trees this year.
I found them a few weeks ago,
hiding in the grass...tiny trees, inches tall,
reaching for the sky...

As if mother nature is gently
reassuring me
that she always wins
in the end.


Thursday, July 14, 2016


...I am sadder than sad.
I am madder than mad
at the ignorance,
& stupidity & GREED
of some people.

The 40 or so acres of
untamed, mature forest, swampy land across
from my home has been sold
(land that's never been touched or developed)
to a heartless bastard who
buys beautiful, rural land
only to clear cut it for the timber...
timber sold for maybe $25,000 or less after costs!
A paltry sum for an already-wealthy
An old, valuable ecosystem destroyed
...for what?  For what?????????!?!

It's mostly swampland,
no hardwood, 95% Pine trees (well, about 20% now)...

Why pillage/destroy this ecosystem
for a few thousand dollars?
It will flood now...much worse...
It already flooded before this
rape of the earth, but the trees
and thick underbrush helped
to hold back some of the flooding,
but no more...

I am too sad for words.
what a fucking mess
one greedy person can make...

happy birthday, my ass.

Monday, July 4, 2016

Dear Blank Page:

I sit in my comfortable chair with the gauzy curtains
on my picture window drawn wide open.  The sun has only just
slipped beneath the horizon and
I can no longer see the Pines
that peek into my house all day, every day
when the fireworks begin
in my neighborhood...

BOOMS mean I run to see the fast fading colors
of big bucks exploding into green, red and purple
sparks turning to dry, gray ash.
The pop-pop-pop of firecrackers
fill the expansive spaces
between the expensive BOOMS!

I see sparklers, like giant fireflies
moving in small circles made by
excited little hands getting their
first taste of Independence Day celebrations!

9:00 p.m., the city fireworks begin and
even though they're miles away, I can hear
the echoes of the BIG fireworks show
over the mighty Red River.  I close my eyes
and experience the dozens of celebrations we
went to when our kids were home.  We lived
close enough to walk to the River carrying
our lawn chairs & cold cokes with us.

I say a prayer for our men and women
in uniform, working & fighting to protect
our freedoms.  God bless you all and
keep you safe... and a special prayer
for those precious people here in the USA
and around the world experiencing
senseless terror, harm and brutal deaths...

May God give His Peace, Love, Comfort, Grace
and tender Mercy
to all of you in need.

Goodnight, dear diary,


There's a flame of magic inside every stone & every flower, every bird that sings & every frog that croaks. There's magic in the trees & the hills & the river & the rocks, in the sea & the stars & the wind, a deep, wild magic that's as old as the world itself. It's in you too, my darling girl, and in me, and in every living creature, be it ever so small. Even the dirt I'm sweeping up now is stardust. In fact, all of us are made from the stuff of stars.”   ― Kate ForsythThe Puzzle Ring