Fall

I feel Fall and am compelled to her, haphazardly, clumsily. Beyond August into coolness, peace – a blameless place. September brings with it cooler mornings and yellows, golds, reds and browns and the kudzu is fading down off the Pines it has strangled with vines. October my birthday and birthday anniversaries galore and on to…

Dead at 52

The average age of death is 52 years old. Gender not withstanding. Race not withstanding. US regions not withstanding. Frontier. Rural. Urban. None of it matters. Dying an earlier death than the general population is now a given if you fit the population’s demographics.  

georgia in july

i read poetry in the morning with coffee and jazz and make sense of my aching back, my sore back, my bad shoulder with arthritis already, and I stand straight to find that muscle memory. I’m usually up for my days early. Body clock. I catch up on email and work on school. I’m years…

cause celebre

With our Team being hit with deaths, loss of lateral ability, stolen power, coalition foibles, peer cannibalism, false stop/starts, failed releases, lack of national representation… this is well, it. Genius and Madmen all of us. Niche market? US Peer Workforce? Cartagraphically lacking.

yeah, yeah

“I want to read about goals, dreams, fears, foibles and achievements. I want to read about you. I want to read about real people blossoming and withering. Growing and shriveling. Experiencing life . . . and death.” via Follow — Discover