My final evening I’ll leave only a shadow fading in twilight -Geoff Shōun O’Keeffe 昭雲 July 28, 2019
Poems
Wind
Outside my windows Pine trees dance under blue skies Showing me the wind.
My Future
Bearded viejo loco shuffling along dusty streets between crumbling adobes like Harry Dean Stanton in a sweaty straw hat adrift in some West Texas town. Feral cats and mangy dogs nipping at my jeans. Bellying up to the bar in a territorial era tavern for a cold mug of beer a respite from the heat … [read more]
Things I found along the way
Things I Found Along The Way Ango -Fall 2018 A dream Olympic Peninsula in a dream… wandering an empty beach searching for open windows and unlocked doors longing to come inside. She Fear and doubt waxed, right up to last night’s full moon then she waned gibbous, letting me go. At four this … [read more]
Morning writer
My editor always sleeps late. If I rise early enough I can tell myself the truth a few hours alone in the dark before he stirs. 14:XII:18
Dry- Audio file
No one yet has said “Stop!”, so I’ll keep messing with these audio files. This one is from awhile ago, for my Dad, Edward Michael McDonnell, Jr. who passed. He grew up here in the Front Range in the twenties and thirties, slipping off to join the Navy to fight in the South Pacific. He … [read more]