i feel like i might blow away from up there...

from that height he blew away
he flew away into the day
tumbled loudly through the clouds
through the damp fluffiness
the sun a lamp through nothingness
humbling him
an earth's worth of people laughing
his gaffe, himself, projected through the sky
o, to be firmly rooted like trees and truths
to have foundation and a roof covering no more than four or five stories
than be here in this naked whirlwind glory

or on the bottom gory
as this no doubt would end
to be picked up by passing airplane
would be nice
or to have god's hand stretched out to help him
yelping
the wretch

he cried there in those worldly heavens

instead the ground rose soft beneath his head
he was in bed

(no subject)

there's so much static in the universe, it's hard to tell sometimes if we've made a connection or we're just shouting at the stars.

diner poem

“A clean, well-lighted place”

A place to hang my face for a while

To hang my fake smile with my coat and hat

Keep the coffee coming and

Running to my shattered nerve

Scrambled mind with toast

Buttered

Battered with home fries and missed connections

At this counter's confessional

Say two sausage links and more coffee and some

Juice

Sour orange liquid stinging the scars

Acerbic and ascorbic in discourse

Until the conversation is over

The plate empty with crumpled napkins and bits of truth

Time to leave this place

To take back up my coat with my up-turned pretense and

Leave some tip

[march-april-may 2010]

photos from rehearsal

brought my camera to rehearsal yesterday. here are my favourite shots.

The Want child.

Scrooge at his desk, shot through the spiral staircase.

A child at Fezziwig's party.

One of the windows on set.

The Cratchit family at Christmas dinner.

Tiny Tim's crutch by the fireplace.

The young debtor on Christmas morning.

concord, aug 2010

photo credit April Trovillion

ballot measure

voice your vote in voting noting the devoted to their posts and past failures corrected some rejected and dejected we some toil

to change this age an alteration of mindset of headset the phones in stereo broadcasting the last thing and the next and the next overflowing with uselessness must silence to focus to progress

then there's violence the death around it surrounds and confounds

then there's poverty the poor outdoors and in unforgiving the bloated gloaters with gleaming golden gilding their gods

then there's ignorance the children behind the kids left bereft of rights to knowledge on the window ledge perched high above the bars and rubrics out of reach they're struck dumb and dumbstruck dumbly and thus the generations become dumber til the silence deafens

so many without and so few within

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