Mostly poetry of my own.
October 12, 2010 0408
In the wee small hours I might perceive moments of clarity that fade as I look for pen or keyboard. Perhaps after several, of these perceived moments of clarity in the wee small hours these perceived perceptions of clarity may gather long enough for me to coral a few with paper or computer program to remember or dismember or to distribute to other members and visitors of the wee small hours.
Three girls on the dance floor
three men on the bar stools
three shots on that bar and
three shots rang out loud
three corpus delicti laid out at the morgue
Jose Cuervo, Jack Daniels and thee.
I was visiting a friends performance in a little bar in Harrison Idaho. Suddenly three women jumped to the dance floor. Just as quick whatever the above is jumped into my mind.
So FWIW there ya have it.
– jeffa
While trying to stay clean back in 2003, one morning having woken early from intense dreams, Insomnia etc. I wrote this. I’ve been looking for it for awhile. It’s more about life’s condition and living than recovery. Recovery sure does include asking the age old questions – at least it did for me.
On July 16, 2010 Sampson (my dog) and I had dinner at the Park Bench in Manito Park. We listened to Michael & Keleren Millham AKA Sidhe. Visit their web site www.guitarandvoice.com. I found a schedule of other music at the Park bench this summer here.