The Poet's Room

Author at Two       Written from the subconscious   Buddha Blues   even seems a bit strange to me. Only a few seconds ago brushing my teeth I thought about the strangeness of having an Unabridged Dictionary as a plot device. I recall, my mother had a large dictionary on the bookshelf in the living room.  I loved to pull the book off the shelf then lay on the floor in the middle of the living room flipping through the pages. Not unabridged her dictionary had wonderful illustrations of words on each margin which I enjoyed looking at before reading the meaning of the words. With that memory the fact that subconsciously an Unabridged dictionary became part of the book takes on an interesting significance.     The working title for the book now subtitle Strange To Be Me  also seems a bit strange. A person would think somebody entering their seventy-second year would be completely aware of who they are. Yet my spiritual journey continues to unfold. The picture of me at two surfaced while sor

      Kokopelli an enduring symbol from the southwest, found carved, painted on stone cliffs and on ancient pottery for over a thousand years. The stories told about Kokopelli focus on this flute playing trickster god as bringer of fertility for women, crops, and animals. A joyful figure dancing and playing. His flute music the harbinger of spring.       From the Mideast the nativity scene. A celebration of the birth of a child at the winter solstice. Renewal on the darkest night of the year. In the Christian tradition the child is Christ. Even on the darkest starry night the light of life is renewed. The continuation of life a reminder of the creative energy being brought forth again and again. Each year.       I wrote a book length poem "The Waste Land Revisited" about humanities successful dysfunction leading to global warming. I worked for a year on the poem. The poem starts with April as the month of conception for the longest time felt that something was missing from it

Goldilocks - Home Wrecker More overwhelming absurd news may prove that whoever said, "Truth is stranger than fiction," may have been in touch with True Karma. Three stories follow one true, one partially true and one a spoof. Check your social media sophistication by figuring out how to sort truth from fiction. (All revealed at the end.)             First a Bear Story from childhood!  Goldilocks & The Three Bears: The girl Goldilocks broke into the Three Bears Home, broke a chair, ate their porridge, pooped in the toilet, didn't flush, made a mess, fell asleep in one of their beds. They woke her when baby bear exclaimed, "My someone's been sleeping in my bed, and here she is." She got up jumped out a window without even saying, "Thanks for breakfast and not eating me," and ran away. Goldilocks, although easily recognizable due to her hair was never brought to justice for breaking and entering. Did this give rise to the myth that Blonds Have Mor