Oldest story?
What’s the oldest story you remember? That’s the work of ancestors.
:- Doug.
What are the works of dying?
:- Doug.
Archive for July 8th, 2020
By his fruit
By his fruit shall you know him—children in cages, violence, divisions. See his contorted face, hear his brutal words.
:- Doug.
When a story starts
A story is not written—is not told—does not happen—once for all time.
A story starts
when breath becomes air
:- Doug.
poem hint of cayenne
going around the corner
there it was
lighter than the lightest green
why’s this poem?
in the pot to feed
twenty-seven teenage boys
a hint of a hint of cayenne
:- Doug.
noodles to unravel
The soul is led and spirit too
by delicious puzzlements
thing to noodle and unravel
on its own so to story
on some sunny snowy day
:- Doug.
his face bludgeon
Just because he is so kind and gentle
does not mean you ought his face
bludgeon
:- Doug.
