Season — Augmented Spoken Word

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Broken brown bits,  crisp
crumbles of last year’s green
and several dozen types of leaves,
crust over spring growth.
Like asthmatic ash from Vesuvius
Killing whole swathes of grass
roots and all, thier blades useless
reducing lawn to soil and mold
A graveyard of a landscape
ripe for the visagoth weeds
and hordes of invading seeds.


Ruckus winds rustle up dust and pollen

Much to my red-eyed stuffy nosed chagrin

Blowing snow mold from greening grasses

and picking up Spring’s pouring puddles

placing them in soft slow cumulus clouds

that patrol above like sentinels on watch

over birds scouting for nesting real estate

and us walking the recently unclothed yard

hunting sprigs and signs of future flowers

amidst the detritus of falls fallen waste

welcoming a storm’s whisper in the billowing

breeze, thunder being the trumpet blast

heralding the warmer season to come.


Late Summer


Drowning in throat coating dust
dragging deep dry breathes
thick through burning nose
down into long lashed lungs
on arid August afternoons
with lawn long gone brown
the sandy soil scorched naked
wind whipping up small dust devils
plastering particles of sand
to sweat soak on skin exposed
to reddening low slung searing sun
and one can only sit stone still
waiting for the inevitable window
shaking thunder storm to clear
the air and the damned drought.


And the sun surrenders dropping down in water
sky turning shades of fall foliate

The leaves themselves rustling muted and thick

laying in wait as insects hold their breath
upon the whisper of a storm tiptoing toward us  in the air

even the massive mirror of lake sits stil waiting,  a pebble tossed wouldn’t upset it’s calm.
the fish too admire it’s beauty and do not to jump
for bugs on the surface.

A Fire takes root
warming the night
Fingers of flame reach low hung branches
Logs groan and spit heat
Casting errant embers like molten bullets

Among us

As we watch moths,kamikaze to their deaths with unnervingly  grace into the dying flames



Fall fell sudden

Like a broken arrow

from an old archer’s

time worn palsied hand

Leaves crisp aqnd brittle

as rattling ancient bones

tumble around desperately

In the yard Catching

on the lawn or a stick, a puddle

a fence post, reaching for any thing

that holds.

And at night…

Through the leaves and
trees – The cool full
moon does not shine on
me as I sit or maybe
stand by the faltering fire pit
that is full of darkening coals
grown old and cold as the
late September night
and the coals also
do not shine on ….

Through the leaves and
trees – the old and cold
darkening coals do not shine on
me as I stand or maybe
sit, back turned to fire pit
that is full like the cool bright moon

Grown old and cold on this late September night.





Breath hard and heavy,
stumbling still sleepy,
along an old overgrown road,
cutting through dark woods,
tripping over logs long rotten,
now frozen stone solid

toward deerstand lashed

in marraige to old oak.
The November morning grey
seeps into pre-dawn gloom
as I sit in the soft slow sway

of my metal perch

watching shadow-like trees stand
against sharp freezing air
Frost tugging at tips of toes
damp in booted thick socks
a nape of neck breeze tickling
down the back chilling deep
in spite of my thermal shirt
Fingers pulled into palms
tips tight tucked away
against early winter’s
urgent and constant cold

soon we will cacoon against the season

in anticipation for of the next turning of the cycle





























Kite — A Poem about Feeling Hopelessly Stuck


A kite in the tree

the crab apple tree

Want to get it down

the kite is stuck

and you only shrug

Say “Let the dog in”


This is your life

Charlie Brown


A Monarch in the tree

the kite is a Monarch

Stuck in the tree

In the crab apple tree

Still you only shrug

Say, “Let the dog in”


This is your life

Charlie Brown


Look at that kite

Up in the tree

This is important

The kite stuck in the tree

Again you only shrug

Say “Let the dog in”


This is your life

Charlie Brown


But Chuck is stuck

Up on a tree

He is no Monarch, no kite

in the crab apple tree

Finally you only shrug

Say, “Let the dog in”


This is your life

Charlie Brown.


A kite in the tree

the crab apple tree

Want to get it done

The kite is stuck

Finally, you shrug

Say, “Let the dog in”


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The Dangers and Joys of Living an Open Online Life

There is a certain danger to choosing to live life openly as a blogger and frequent forum user – of which I am both.  One of these dangers recently reared its ugly head and nearly bit my wife and me – fortunately my wife and I communicate very effectively, and it had only a temporary impact in my our life.  However, it brought to mind the various dangers of living and expressing oneself online.  From potential employment issues to family issues – one must keep in mind that you’re are not necessarily anonymous online and if you don’t want the world (include people you know) to know something about you, your first rule should be: don’t post it online.

However, if – like me, an openly recovering alcoholic with bipolar disorder writing about such stuff online – you are willing to take this risk and live freely online openly you must be able to face the nearly certain chance you will face some fallout as a result.   That’s not say there aren’t positives to living openly online, because there are, as we will explore later.

First, let’s explore what it means to live openly online.  It’s helpful to think of the internet as a cyber-punk dream world – a completely different world than the tangible real world (I know, I know, mega-cliche, but for some this idea might help). Today, nearly everyone has a presence in this ‘other world’ or ‘reality”.  This presence may include (among others):

  • email
  • online gaming.
  • social media such as Facebook, Twitter, etc.
  • surfing for research or entertainment.
  • blogging
  • forum users
  • or any combination thereof.

Regardless of what purpose the internet fills in people’s lives, each person that uses the internet in any way has what I (and others, according to Google) call an online life.  For my purposes I define an online life as:


 The personae created via lasting interactions with the internet and with the lasting prior interactions of others (or themselves) with the internet which allows for the illusion of an apparently real and complete individual existing apart and separate from the real individual in time and space.

There are a few things to note in my definition of an online life.

First, it assumes that a one can determine the reality or completeness of an individual, either in real life or online.  Granted, mine is a grand assertion, but let’s take it a face value.  If we can agree that when meeting someone in person we assume them to be real and a complete individual (whether true or not, which is a topic for a different type of study), then we can assume the same about the collected information we have from someone online.  Say we get emails, have read blogs by, and participated in online forums with someone using the same alias (knowing it’s the same person in real life behind that alias) then we can mentally frame (based our expectations in real life) an image of a real person existing online.

If we can agree to the first point, then we must also understand the above definition allows that a person may represent themselves (consciously or unconsciously) differently online at different times and in different situations, as people do in real life (at work versus on the ball field).  It also assumes that people may present a wide array of personality traits online based on the type of interaction taking place.  For example, a person might post a caring response to someone’s cry for help on an online forum, but be a vulgar mouthed aggressive (shall I say) jackass on an online game.  This is not counter to the idea of the illusion of a real and complete online life – it merely shows that, just like in real life, people’s personalities vary widely based on situation, even online.

The above definition also assumes that a person may have a number of different lives online – however, this assumes said person is using a different alias (known or unknown by others) for each online life.

Additionally, we must understand that we can only craft this image of a real and complete person by the lasting interactions they have with the internet or with other’s prior interaction with the internet.  That is, we can only frame an image of a ‘person’ with an online life through the lasting data they have left for others to witness online, be that a status update on Facebook, a Tweet, a blog post, email, a questions/response left on forum, a gunshot in a online game, or any other discoverable and decipherable content they have created via interacting with the internet.

Lastly, allowing that this content is in sufficient amounts to allow for the framing of an online persona, the persona exists outside and apart from the actual individual in the real world.  Put another way, the persona a person presents online (consciously or unconsciously) is not the same a persona an individual has in the real world.  There are a number of reasons for this, but simply put the online life does not have a physical form, it is not a life-form as much as it is a life image.  The image of a live being living in a separate reality (the internet) apart from the individual in the real world in time and space, as this persona can still be impacting the others online without the presence of individual – similar to authorship or the impact of an artist’s work (again both known as a type of persona and not a representation of the real person that created the book or work of art).

So, having defined an online life, it’s easy to see that a person can have an obfuscated online life – that is – an online life that is intentionally, and partly or wholly, nothing like their real world life.  Conversely it is possible to live an open online life, where a person is presenting, as best they are able, as close a facsimile of their real world persona as possible, given the limitations of the online world.

We will continue to explore the idea of living an open online life in the next post, starting with an exploration of the general dangers inherent in doing so.