"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Sunday, July 15, 2012

Michigan...


Michigan haunts me like a forgotten lover

The Soap Maker

The bays and bars

The breeze rippling the water on Superior

Whistling through the leaves and pine needles

Pavement below my wheels and midnight skies above my reach

Northern lights streaking the horizon

While my imagination dances with lost melodies and forgotten rhymes

From a warm August night

In Lansing drinking a beer on the last night to light a cigarette

Smoke hanging on my blue soul

And…

A hug in the morning like no other

Some people are like paper weights in your heart and mind

Holding down your will to move

Still…forever…

Sharing a plurality of being in time


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