Thursday, November 6, 2008

While waiting, watching, listening at my son's aikido class

Turn the feet, turn the hips
words, levers, passing lips
finding right ones
forces change
old feeling runs
as ideas rearrange
shocking talking
biting writing
whipped opinions
at the end of a rope
the power to move you
starts with hope.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

written narcissist

He's infatuated with the sound of his own pen.