Old blog revisited

rather be here talking to myself than on social media as the insanity of the dying earth and killing fields are allowed to grow.
D'Etre Raisins

No sour grapes these,

rather the withered sweetness
of seasons lengthened
to aged fruition
chewed introspectively.

Monday, June 23, 2025

I haven't been on this site in a long time

 the statistics (I almost never thought to look at) tell me others have been passing through in reasonably large numbers - for me.)

No one is following the blog, so now that I have left social media, perhaps no one will ever visit again, since there hasn't been new work on here for a few years until today. Ah well..


Anti-social media

electronic streets

muttering tapped out words

left as a bench mark

New Post

 standing in a hole

hardpacked soil

of a long ago dig

off kiltered lien against time


Fallen among

Unposted words

farm fence wired

tangles of sedge 

decades abandoned.

Social Media Madness and

Infectious rage and grief and bewilderment

of how we ended up back here among horrors

once escaped, engulfing us again,

lost cause humanity

on the edge of oblivion or

a miracle performed by Living Word

at this point my vote as meaningless

as my last visit to a ballot box,

this mote of electronic dust

taped to the echo chamber of a blog, 

resonant with emptiness,

exiled on main stream flutter in a stilling breeze.

Silence smiles because I say so,

and line lengths grow until they don't reach apogoee

except when nudge over the lip of an ending.


Generating Trauma

 In sweltering hours

genocide victims counting

lessons never learned.