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
Poems
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]
Aging
-for Kent and Jane I watch Lucinda my dragon year sister older now like me generous around the middle with glasses too fearless and fearful on stage still sharing her tears. We have a choice: to show up or not. The house lights darken and the spots focus on us in any case. This old … [read more]
Before Zazen
Raw this morning in these hours before dawn. raw like an open bleeding wound. It’s dark and cold and I can feel everything. The streets are deserted nothing to distract me no one to be with or charm vulnerable and in pain but alive the future is an empty boulevard running east, running west, north … [read more]
Wider-Audio file
I am trying something new. Sandy suggested I should read some of my writing aloud and put it up onto O’Keeffe Woodworks as an audio file. You’ll need to click the title to get the audio controls. Here is my first attempt. Let me know what you think. -Geoff
Guest Poet: Barbara Jackson
DOLOR He was still there the next day when I returned In spite of having an order for hourly morphine Oxygen levels decreasing Pulse and temperature rising Cool cloths and a light sheet A warm room crowded with the extended family of ten children At times spilling into the hallway Sweet smell lingering, … [read more]