hendelar

learn doesn’t mean know

glh — Wed, 02 May 2012 23:16:07 +0000

it’s been a while. no, longer than that.

spending this time, in this place, with Mother has enabled knowledge about stuff that could only surface here – some of it i like.

other things i now know:

a lot of things are more important than being right

being wrong is far from being worst

hope and regret are ghosts in time

spending time with Mother, after all those years
week 26

toll, belles

glh — Mon, 09 Apr 2012 01:13:51 +0000

sure, pointless

wishing i would’ve every time i could’ve

but,

it has been a long stay with little play

Quantity time with Mother
Week twenty-three

life flies faster than memory

glh — Sun, 01 Apr 2012 23:00:48 +0000

aspirations for another day:

spark a light
work one of the novels
finish a scene for one of the screenplays
frolic with a lover
dance with a stranger
exchange a smile
get out of bed

yes, maybe there will be tomorrow

passage

glh — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 18:25:39 +0000

clickity-clacking, subterranean.
jostle in constant grab-foot balance.
tiring, reflected in wearied glass,
between
chapters illuminated, occasionally enlightening,
fluorescent pall; station to station.

Quantity Time with Mother
Week twenty

¡Olé!

glh — Sun, 04 Mar 2012 09:35:38 +0000

writing, or not
dunno’
cape or bull

about time, perspective

glh — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 05:14:48 +0000

everyone does best they can yet are sure they could have done better

echoes of a small room

glh — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 03:45:52 +0000

dreams

a long step, a fine line

desolation

if it’s been said…

glh — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 00:15:36 +0000

after reading certain works (Hamlet for example), there doesn’t seem much left to write about.

finished, in awe:
Tales of the South Pacific
James A. Michener

sunlit shadow

glh — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 22:25:37 +0000

footstep, just a bit
louder than the last

yes, mojo coming home

one too many footsteps

glh — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 21:15:25 +0000

played a round in Cougartown
left from a cloud of silt
scorn she’d known
left her alone
looking to pin his guilt

They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outta you

Bob Dylan
Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues
Album: Highway 61 Revisted