She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Friday, September 29, 2006

Cast Your Fate

I love the ocean.
There is nothing that compares to the feeling of immensity it gives you when you are near it.

And I grew up near it.

The sound of the surf will never fade from my memory.
Nor will the smell of the air and the feeling of salty spray on my face.

Once when I was young the ocean took me. Caught in a rip tide I was pulled hundreds of yards from shore. A lifeguard had to swim out and bring me in.
I have never forgotten that feeling A force so powerful that you are helpless to resist.
Seldom have I had this feeling since, in any situation

We feel safe in the day-to-day.

Inertia; it gets us through.

Manic Monday, over the hump, thank god it’s Friday…
We ride the cycle without thinking, over and over until something gives.

And so I build my fortress of inertia.
A castle made of sand, where I hide.
Feeling safe within the day to day.
No risks behind walls of sand and seashells
The sound of surf, salt spray on my face comforts me.

But the ocean cannot be denied.

You said two simple words

“I want”

In an instant, my castle is gone
Naked, I am swept away by an overwhelming force, helpless to resist
Nor do I want to, it seems.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Organic Chemistry

Atomic cluster-fucks
Bound, naked, immodestly
Passing electrons anonymously
Shamelessly sharing covalently
Or in perfect ionic conformity
Primordial encounters
High jinks ensue.

Friday, September 22, 2006


Before humans, dogs flew everywhere.
Their wings of silky fur
wrapped hollow bones.
Their tails wagged
like rudders through wind,
their stomachs bare to the sullen earth.

Out of sorrow for the first humans
stumbling, crawling,helpless and cold
dogs folded their great wings into paws
soft enough to walk beside us

They still weep for us, pity our small noses,
our unfortunate eyes, our dull teeth.
They lick our faces clean, keep us warm at night.
Sometimes they remember flying
And bite our ugly hands.

Kenneth Brewer

Wednesday, September 20, 2006


Singing through you to me
Sorrow, joy and ecstasy
I contemplate

Stuck in time
Lost in space
We come, so very briefly
To this place.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Do you come from a land down under?

"Our whole passion to be on this planet is to educate people about wildlife, I will die doing that. I have a gift."

Steven Irwin 1998.

And so you have passed. Doing what you loved best.
Beloved amongst Adults and children alike, you gave so much.
Joy, delight, fear, surprise and awe – all rolled into one.
You taught us not to fear the animals – to respect them and to live with them.
That there is only one earth – for all to share – man and beast alike, you helped maintain that connection.
And I thank you for that.

The children will take your passing the hardest.
But here in my heart I understand that with this one loss, we are all diminished.

Crocodile Hunter
Khaki clad, bright blazing smile
Loved by kids everywhere

Friday, September 01, 2006


Carolina hurricane
Sending me more than just rain

Far away in my upstate NY home I feel
A touch of ocean – salt and spray so real

Like sand in my shoes
September winds bring news

Of distant coastlines enduring gale
I am 8 again, seashells, plastic pail.

The river was right – one thing may have come to an end
But there is always time for another new friend.

Thank You YK

Peace Out