Like a rolling stone

To all of you who have been visiting these pages, some flagging their visits with kind comments, I must present my excuses.
For the next three weeks or so I won’t be making any new posts, as I am going away, to the north…
Those of you who may be interested in my journey – as part of a very unusual fellowship – can read all about it here.
Before leaving, I just wanted to wish you all, whatever you may be doing and wherever you may be doing it, a really great summer.

See you soon!

Into starlight.

Temptation

not even this
balcony &
this sunset
can give me
solace

there are scratches in my
ankles
and my ears ring
from the neverending
cackling
down below
where
little men
doing little to
nothing
and proud of their
poison heads
keep counting
beans
and counting
on my patience

somehow I
manage to keep
the sunset
& the salty breeze
in mind
and it soothes me
enough
to keep the gun
at my feet
through one last
beer

let's give them
five more
minutes

Into starlight.

In Memoriam

James Douglas Morrison

December 8, 1943 - July 3, 1971

Into starlight.