my two year absence

A lot can happen in two years. A lot did happen in two years. There were a handful of hypnotic eye-opening experiences in India, as well as a a slightly disturbing observation in the duty free shop in Qatar. The stories start here. I came home with a new mindset and a plan to make some serious changes in my life. I adopted Rocky to fill the hole left in my heart from losing Tigger the year before. His arrival could not have been more serendipitous, one week later after an unbearably hot July my universe was shaken to its core when my father passed from this life to the next. Those stories are here.

Next came a year’s worth of weekends searching for a new home, and then this past March moving to a new neighborhood. Now almost 5 months in, my Saturdays are spent looking for furniture and sprucing up the deck. You can find out all about that here.

I’ve taken a very long hiatus from my writing and luckily that well is being replenished even as I type this “welcome back to me” post. In addition to ramblings about life and the occasional blast of poetry when the mood strikes that you’ll find here, I’ll soon be launching a new site, http://www.leavetolive.org — the content explores a new philosophidea (I just made that up combining philosophy + idea) of giving ourselves permission (aka leave) to live our lives.

more to come,

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only breath

comfortably me with my dhotti yoga pants and tevas
walking barefoot on the sand and concrete
dangling legs, toes dipping into the water’s surface

you ask me who i am
i don’t know what to say
i am constantly evolving
there are so many things i don’t know. yet.

like who i want to be when i grow up
where i want to live
how i want to die.

leave me be,
breathing into this moment,
only.


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it’s not important
that you recognize me,

it’s only important
that i recognize myself.


a new blog, an old blog

You will no longer
Find prose musings on this page.
I’ve decided this

blog should be about
my poetry in motion:
haiku perspective.

Other stuff found here: http://bkgardenapt.blogspot.com/


midnight rambling

resting at midnight
a day’s worth of spring cleaning
just a memory

even now amazed
by the accumulated
clutter of the week.

each time i deep dive
into the mess i wonder
how does it get here?

gremlins, dust bunnies
cohorts in a filthy crime
to debunk order.

i am wistful for
stylized minimalism
and satisfied with

apartment feng shui:
brownies, freshly baked, still warm.
the sound of thunder

rain splash down on earth.
my eyes grow weary and tired
i succumb to sleep.