nothing and more of less

and we are all arrows in flight   but who or what or where is the bowman? can we be our own archer? and why take flight at all? ...

               Every day she walked for hours, after her son died, in the nearby woods.   She had an unintelligible energy— too much to sit ...

...and how do you propose to prove your existence? Punch me. No. Punch me! You serious K? Fucking punch me asshole! Or... Smack! K ho...

James A. Haught Published on February 13, 2007 [Editor's note: This was originally delivered as a talk to Campus Freethought Alliance ...

What do we hold on to When we are falling: Gravity, air or thin ice? You can push You can pull You can trick yourself In believi...

I slip I trip I falling. When you never land You keep falling. When I trip and slip I flip the light switch. No matter, When you a...

“To find happiness and what is most important in life, we only need to see who is sitting closest to us.” -for DLP & CEP You were close ...

I know you are out there, because I think I remember you you existed once, I am sure, because I think I remember a new breed of ar...

there really is no secret to the big mystery , she contemplates on a cornflake in a sea of milk. floating on her crunchy ship she thinks t...

THE LAST DAY The surf rolling in and out, but mostly out, as the mist sprays salt kisses goodbye to the wind. The smell is sweet, a...

CATULLUS THE FOOL You remember the day too, the day you met the fool—a long bather in the pool of mediocrity, a champion sooth sailor...

THE POET She told me once that she traveled the world. She told me all the places she had been: A lioness with a mane, A cobra’s back, a fox...

DAWN Seagulls, a gaggle smear of white-grey on the tan sand stare at you. You pass by behind the scene, an extra on a movie screen ...

THE ENTRANCE Concrete plain, massive, grey, and in the middle an opening: a rotating entrance, people mingle at its mouth, swinging in...

SCAR Out there...across the sea— that is where they are... that is where they are... that is where...your mantra for many years. Why ...

BLUE Sitting, you look over the calm blue water as the swells line up bringing in your past, wave after wave. A dream wakes...

A WINTER MORNING Overcast eyes, cloudy and grey, a desolate cool beach morning unsure how the day will begin—and like your eyes, so is y...

you must listen, read and write you must turn right you must act like this you must act like that you must constantly be on the defense you ...

no longer needed… they tell me. need a farce for an abstract capitalist good- bye: nothing personal, it’s business an unet...

a wall about this high finger high and not many make it over life can be so simple and so hard to overcome

not good at saving money but pages from the daily paper thrown away too many gone bys and they are gone and I am closer to the end and the g...

Nice day for hunting Indians, doth thou agreest, Walter? Yep. 

we explode balking into this life a victim of his & hers mediocrity a creation of momentary bland joy each escaping their own senses a s...

Remember to remember me Standing still in your past Floating fast like a hummingbird