Never mind

Everywhere, all over, sunlight pouring down, the world gilded, rioting in primaries and pastels, such that it appears that the brilliant heart of the day is right here and upon us, and the sky and everything we ever desired --- every coincidence, every fate, every whim, every invocation that each s...

Carm,

Somehow, I missed your wonderful response.

Thank you so much for putting so much thought into it and for writing it all out.

I am blessed to have Texas for my visual canvas. It's both huge and always changing.

I wasn't offended, but amused ---- and surprised that anybody would make the association that Violet did.

.. you know, something's been bugging me about your avatar name, and I believe I've kept this matter to myself long enough. .. now, don't you think that going down on Moses is just a bit, uh.. actually, never mind. oh, so, carry on. [still, you have to admit--you are bordering on blasphemy, it seem...

Photo I took on the ranch and the poem it inspired: Memory of My Mother Fog blankets the pond in misty kisses. Under the shining sun I can make out her face swimming among tadpoles and reflections, mockingbirds chattering. The water is a mirror at dawn and that is when she appears. Her eyes are open...

Do not ask for whom the cow moos
Or why he stands and chews and chews
He is sturdy, strong and stable
Eating all the grass a cow is able
But never you mind, his destiny is clear:
To become your barbecue early next year!

Nice, but in my opinion, the use of the word "sacred" detracts from it.

This is my favorite Wallace Stevens poem: Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird Wallace Stevens I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. III The blackbird whirled in the autumn wind...

I would give up everything to be
the sky that harbors your cloud,
the cloud that rolls over your mountain,
the mountain that frames your oak,
the oak that offers you shade,
the shade that bathes you in coolness,
the coolness that caresses your temple,
for one second.

Thanks, guys ... I appreciate the kind words.

Of course, I can't leave anything alone so I've been reworking this one.

Were We Leaves Were we leaves, I would wait with you among wet branches, fall by you on soft lawns, laugh alongside you in laconic breezes and cry for you beside cold puddles. Were we leaves, I would chase you on skittering winds, tumble skyward with you above Texas towns, lay with you in the coldes...

Thank you, Carm. Yes ... here in Texas, which is undergoing a transformation into a semi-Spanish society and where we Anglos who want to gain an economic advantage learn Spanish from an early age, the word "arroyo" is pretty common. In fact, one of Austin's best-known Tex-Mex restaurants i...

Never mind

I dance to life with enormous belly, suck torrents of champagne, lick the lips of cacti, drink fresh aromas from morning skies, opening and fondling blushing pleasures between beautiful angel screams, devouring the landscape like a fever-starved star, my laughter and sorrow piercing a thousand haunt...