Fastidious and withstanding,
You are fragile but robust.
You are lush, pulpy, tender, ripe.
In the blink of an eye you can turn
unappetizing, shriveled, dry.
To the outside world you appear so strong.
As if you don’t thirst for as much water.
In reality if not showered you fade away.
One of your best qualities;
Looking as if you are on the brink of death,
Out of nowhere you can rise Like a Phoenix,
Resurrected with the utmost depth.
Erratic ink bends
replication unlikely
unattainable
Life in blurring lines
water kissed washi drips art
while pulling wet prints
Nolin rural electric annual meeting
on the day we sign up for the river farm,
mr. man covets the free bucket & two light bulbs.
A hot day, we still wear our unchecked tick clothes
from the woods. We arrive early.
Though the ice-cream is $4 per cup,
too expensive he says, it’s for the local 4-h, I say,
he worries over flavor, strawberry or butter pecan.
I want butter pecan and he want strawberry.
How about half and half he says,
and I think he means to split the cup.
He comes back with two cups
each half and half.
A gently used shirt
tucked away between a cardigan and a J-Crew sweater
it hangs there, eagerly awaiting my touch.
It is the unsung hero of the rack, not taking up too much room but still being visible
not even being sold with the color of the week tag sticking out
as I graze my hand on the hanger
linger
and push it to the side.
My church is in the hollow
where sunlight filters through
the canopy like beacons
highlighting leaves and bugs
and mushrooms. And where
birdcalls sing the chorus and
fill my heart with hallelujah.
Or on the ridge top where the
wind tickles my face and brushes
through my hair and I feel like I’m
top of the world looking at the
horizon of cascading hills.
It’s peace and reflection and
connection to my deepest primal
urges – knowing true sin is hiding
who you are and hating those who
are honest about themselves.
A slow-motion collision
White fur frothing against the yellowed wall
The stale echos of the doorbell
signal the delivery man is gone
Imagine if
the Parable of the Prodigal Son
ended with the father
not caring at all.
Like the poor boy
finally recognizes
his spirit is dying
and goes through all this effort
to reclaim
a better life
and instead of seeing his father
waiting in the fields
and running to the him,
he finds him in the doorway
looking down, saying
Oh. It’s you.
Yeah, prayer feels like that sometimes,
but still we pray on.
I think of you sometimes
When you were away at war
Before whatever happened
That took some of your hearing
That you have never mentioned
But I know
I think of you in a tent
Under a hot sky
With the helmet that saved your life
And the Bible that saved your soul
And I wish
I had written to you
Despite the thing between us
That took you far from me
Before you even left your native ground.
Good Morning everyone
Thank you for meeting so early
I know you have lives but
This is important
Do we want meaningless shit option A?
Or meaningless shit option B?
-Karen- What about meaningless shit option C?
Karen try to stay on topic.
We all love your outside the box thinking
-Dave- No we don’t.
Dave please don’t start.
Karen we truly value your opinion
Now, back to task….
Meaningless shit Option A has little to no impact on your job performance, outward appearance, or standing within the community whatsoever.
It will however require 3-6 more hours of your time per week.
Meaningless shit option B however, will have greater impact on your overall work dissatisfaction, costs double, and will take away from the precious few life hours you have remaining.
This is the way we’re leaning…
So can we put it to a vote?
Yes, Karen…
-Karen- What about a hybrid option of meaningless shit option A and meaningless shit option B?
Oh damn?!
KAREN!
I like where your heads at!
Guys this is what we need to be doing more of. Everyone take a good look at Karen. THIS is EXACTLY what we want!
-Dave- Can I say something?
Is it gonna be nice?
-Dave- Never mind.
Ok, everyone!
Now that we have all this figured out, let’s regroup this afternoon to discuss some more meaningless shit that tears down THIS meaningless shit and starts us over at square one.
-Dave- I have an appointment in Hell that I really can’t miss.
Ok, Karen, can you take notes for Dave…?
