burning some old barn
beams for fuel
the 19th-century knots
pop like pistols
and my train of thought
goes off the rails
forlornly blowing
its figurative whistle
into a night bright
with fallen snow
we’re all fugitives
from the present moment
in our distracted states
of america
no wonder it takes gunshots
to wake us up
i hear footsteps
in the kitchen
and find myself
in the bathroom mirror
happy to dwell
in this icy stillness
it’s the future
i’d like to escape
a choose-your-own-
doom story
we picture as a shining city
on a hill which once
might have been more
like a mountain
Good Morning! I am quite dismayed that the Morning Porch link no longer works! I also cannot locate comments, to have answered back to you. I had commented how much I appreciate the daily Morning Porch and now the link goes to Via Negativa where I cannot locate the small daily writings. I wonder if you would direct me to those, so that I might correct the link that I have. I feel such a sense of consternation and loss at losing them. Of course my mind yaps at me it is because I pointed out that I loved it so. Rolling my eyes and shaking my head at the thoughts. I hope you all are well.
Thanks SO much for letting me know! I believe the problem is fixed now, although I’m not entirely sure what caused it, just did a bunch of tinkering under the hood until it worked again – basically the equivalent of knocking on things with a hammer. Thanks also for your kind words and interest in my work. Cheers.