Michael's Fáilte

Welcome to these writing warmups, blatherings, rantings, meditations, perorations, salutations, latest and those on time, those narrative, declarative, interrogative, gollywogative and other outdated, belated, simulated musings, perusings, shavings and other close calls, with no disrespect intended, that's why no real names included whenever impossible to avoid the guilt that came in the crib for uttering something that would hurt or injure those in authority, being of everlasting servitude to all and sundry, having chosen the road not taken and the frost on the pumpkin long before the kettle turned black or the cat found its own tail fascinating,
Your humble servant, etc.

The island writes in fire and steam each morning on the pages of the sea

The island writes in fire and steam each morning on the pages of the sea
Lava Meets Ocean. Lynx, Starboard Side. Day 2.Early Morning, July 8 2006, Looking for Flashes off Chain of Craters, Big Island

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Remorse


Remorse is a fog written down
twisted up inserted in a beer bottle
chugged in the back seat '66 maybe '67
thrown out the open window
with a chance of adding
a dent to any sign of authority
the trajectory of its fall
intersecting time and space breaking
arriving here this morning
here on the shore a message
from a younger self saying
help me anyone who reads this
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