Blather of Sorts

This is, by all accounts, a magical story. Great riches and greater horrors occur and reoccur. The teller is privy to the games the mind plays. A favorite song of the teller’s, “You Are My Sunshine,” could be hummed at any point in this story, so hold on: C/C7/G/F!

Also. Don’t forget that whole cultures are in the process of change; it could be difficult to hang on to never mind even find what is useful. The teller tells the warriors “Titan up.” To the Quartermasters the teller reminds, “Don’t ignore the Trojans. Be safe!”

What might have happened beyond the obvious to Malcolm Brighton, Pamela Brown, and Rodney Anderson aboard the “Free Life” on that blue-skied September day in 1970 remains a mystery. Their flight to freedom could be part of this magical story.

Hungry brains like Ginkgo bilboa, Bacopa monnieri, huperzine A, and Phosphatidylserine according to a site on the Internet. As for cholesterol, it is the size and number of the particles that is now seen as important to a proper diagnosis.

Like most magical stories can, this one makes things disappear.


The Watchmakers Off to Other Universes

Ha, ha at the end

The joke is on us

Our dead friends watched


I appeal! My thoughts lost in simple, quick moment, gone.


Cool as in chill, be calm

Cool as in hep, hip, aware

Cool as in don’t say a word


Never mind that appeal. I’m out of here –


Looking for the next lyric flying by

That Irish gene shared with birds

our bursting into song             overwhelms


Even the common parts of our souls predated

All things set to work precisely, apparently wear down

quite easily in the Milky Way’s ultra swirl and orbit


The creator(s) left many punch lists un-punched

Clearly but that doesn’t save us in any specific way


It seems we save each other if there’s any savings

to be had over here in this corner


An afternoon fog comes down and I am a tree in mid-June

Summer waits in the wing for Spring to finish her act


Count on us to land somewhere we can find comfort