Oh hello Mr. Barred Owl on the low hanging bough just outside my window.
to what end, all this rushing around and dominating the competition? gold? this is man’s destiny? to hoard gold and be lauded by others with similar mindsets? in america, it seems so. and if you’re not down with this concept, and you spend all day daydreaming about nature and beauty, you’re a freak who is an inch away from leeching off of the system. and you’re lazy. and un-American. there is no room for you amongst the wolves, hippie– go…
Angels constantly swirl around me. Some are beautiful. Some are violent. Some have bad teeth. They protect me from those who would rip out my soul and string it up on telephone lines by clothes pins. Those who malevolently peer out of strollers as they’re pushed along by parents in designer jogging suits. My angels whisper to me that I’m safe. Only, I know that I’m not. None of us are. The wolves keep long hours. And angels are easily…
Sometimes I wish to be a bird. To rule the world from high and low. To flit about on the sultry air; to catch my dinner in midair; to land on a branch and sing. Sunshine on my feathers, water from a bath. Gliding above the summer grass; streaking along a shaded path; fearless, peerless, a mighty king. Married only to the currents. No need for validation. Oh, what a wondrous thing. *** Jim Mitchem
Who am I to walk this earth with my head held high? A flightless soul neck-deep in the minutia? I am but a man of the dirt, born in the fertile soil of nowhere, destined to live a life of servitude with a drawerful of plastic spoons. The stars I chase are flying specs of dust caught on beams of sunlight streaming in through dirty blinds on weekend mornings when dogs jump on the bed. Only those validated through academia…
I fear for her. I know how much she wants to win, and how fragile her heart is. I also know how bad her team is this year and that no kid has the capacity to score. Except her. And she’s stuck on defense trying valiantly to keep the other team from scoring. She plays the whole game. She has to. Against her survival instinct, she flings her body in the path of much larger girls. When she runs, her…
