Category Archives: humble rumble

a walk to the library on january 24th 2017

a long drive through the rain
manhattan whizzing by 
from one parking spot luckily avoiding a ticket

to another parking spot not far away
a square grided circle back to where I came from
getting stuck in traffic and enjoying every second

packed and sorted and turned around once more
enjoying the central park meandering about
under the archway a pause to reflect, stairs, two towers

a commitment to ending homelessness must be made
a cold wet wind funnels in the tunnel past me and the fort
a long walk to the library with much in tow under the umbrella

sweet eye candy and a deep connection to the public space
rewards abound, drowning in potential knowledge
longing to be with, imagining affections

of new york city angels and goddesses
much could be said and more
a grandeur matched by the openness of the library’s caver

bright chandeliers with countless orbs 
massive arched windows framing the billowing smoke
and ridged structures of 5th avenue at 41st street

Dirty V-word

Why is it that speaking about kindness toward animals generates so much backlash and vitriol?

Why is it that we so easily overlook suffering if it is not right in front of our faces?

How can we expect to expect justice and non-violence when we put violence and injustice in our mouths three times a day?

Why are we living in the past when we can be living in the future!? All it takes is starting to live with compassion and awareness for all life on Earth. That’s all. It just means we have to stop causing suffering for others, in order to drastically lessen the suffering of all. Either we end the anthropocentric causation of the Earth’s current mass extinction event, or it ends us. If we can’t be compassionate with each other, we don’t deserve longevity as a species.

our mark on the planet has been very bloody
our mark on the planet has been very bloody

Withering season

Outside, all alone

the wind howls

your bones chill

the sun wanes

and your leaves shrivel up.



This too shall pass

your roots will spread

you come from a long lineage

of hearty survivors

and bigger fish.



Just don’t forget the little fish

long gone food for naught, not you.

Chewed for thought, spit back out

into the exact place that you can take root and grow

mature into your own adulthood

generate your own budding, scatterable

seeds of thought.

mww – 12-05