Category Archives: Shoebox

all the odds and ends… scraps of scribbles and digressions, unfinished, almost forgotten and without a cycle to belong

All of the words at once…

No need to fit in a word

Said all of them, all at once

One stream or ocean

Of (un)consciousness

Neal Cassady is dead –

So who will spiel all of the words instead?

Sleep only to sleep #poem

I sleep only to sleep

Dream when awake

So recollection improves

Offers driftwood to aid the elusive float

Regardless, always tired

Though frequently, inspired

Backyard, seasons, life #haiku

In the backyard of a new life
Drinking a weak warm cup
Watching leaves change near Winter

“Shortest Distance” / a postal haiku

Bend paper to find
Shortest distance between points
Or apply a stamp

My pal P. Singh Gill at world’s highest elevation post office

Tushar Wadhwani provides details: “At 15,500 feet in Hikkim which is a part of Lahaul and Spiti district in Himachal Pradesh which is in India.”

Poetry snippets: handwritten, from Japan

Post office closed
(again)
You’ll need another
day to know
you are loved
by a lost poet
without a watch

Walking alone while
rain falls

Thinking of you
or rather, us –
Together, umbrella-less

Wisteria mystery
Found me before
I knew i was hidden
We lay in a field
Watching rice in breeze, lazily
A bench picnic, waving as
boats pass a castle, slowly
A tatami room…

With memories of
a poet forgotten to much
of history

He came to be
part of it all
meeting at least
halfway.

Not change or mock –
Somewhat to document.

Today! A letter –
Written as you ate a peach
In last weekend’s sun

Ease, Desired

Somebody, kindly lie to me

Tell me I am “going to be OK”

Soon, life will be like driving down Laurel Canyon in 1973

In a Galaxie 500

Top down, radio up

Nothing but possibilities

That I will rest easy… like so many humans do with ease

Someone, kindly lie to me

Whisper I’ve done enough meditating, stretching, giving, therapies, effort

That soon, I will sleep (!) and wake up (!) and every muscle, joint and nerve won’t be on fire

Please, kindly lie to me.

I promise to believe you (for now).

Remember you well…

I won’t wait til after an incident

Instead, i’ll miss you now

And now and then and often

Always remember you well

Poem: You play accordion…

You play accordion
I’ll play trombone
A pygmy goat for an audience
We’ll play slow songs alone

Poems in process (Circumnavigation)

Chopping, editing, and curating #poems by pairing them with fuzzy, vaguely metaphorical Lomo snapshots, like cheap wine and old cheese. Themes of circumnavigation, hubris, abandonment, confusion, rainy windows, dogmatic traditions, jealousy and zealots.