Wednesday, March 27, 2024

James Brown Left Town...

James Brown Left Town...

Good gawd, Y'all,
It's the Fall,
Again,
Another year over the event horizon,
Haunting voices remind me of the past,
Shattered and broken glass,
The explosion-debris left just after the highest note,
Youth has come and gone,
All the young gods are creaking and gaining weight,
Aches and wrinkles and past glory caught on Youtube,
I thank the Universe for this new quantum entanglement with the past,
Something we can point to as the leaves fall,
As the wrinkled bark of our skin crawls,
While we stare at the cold hard headstones of forgotten idols,
Slow-dying white dwarfs cooling in faded space,
I listen to the ghosts across the electronic spectrum,
Thinking,
"See how glorious we were..."

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/14/2011 




Memories - Volume 1 - 03-26-2024

Thank you for reading.

Regards,

Dan

Saturday, March 23, 2024

Memories - Volume 1 - 03-21-2024

Memories - Volume 1 - 03-21-2024

I found these amazing notebooks on Amazon, of course. I wanted journals that would last.

Regards,

Dan

Friday, December 08, 2023

The wheel...

The wheel...

Sundog in the fog, I don't have time for a jog, I have to go via a wheel in the cog.

Since I broke my claw, I have to do it with one barely functional paw.

Just grinding in the wheels. 

AquarianM

By: Daniel A Stafford
Copyright 12-08-2023





Friday, December 01, 2023

The Adventures of Captain Yule...

The Adventures of Captain Yule...

He pilots by the North Star,
Maybe a little help from Google Maps,
Driving by Moonlight,
And taillights,
He wanders the three worlds,
Marveling ad the stars spiral around Polaris.

Bringing the spirit of good deeds,
He talks to ravens,
Dogs,
Cats,
People,
Door-holder with a smile,
Embracing thank-yous for any courtesy.

He doesn't take "sir" as a dignifier,
Preferring to walk an even level with everyone,
A simple and capable gentleman,
With a sense of soft and subtle magic about.

An eye-twinkle,
Easy grin,
A spirit of the season,
Traveling Summer's Winter home,
With a head full of snow memories.

Don't be surprised if he whispers to the wind,
That's another of his friends,
Many of whom are spirits.

A child of the old North,
Riding cheer around the Desert on a huge white steed named Behemoth,
He's tall like a tree,
And he loves those too.

Ho, ho, ho,
Captain Yule is back,
The last of the 12th-month heroes.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/30/2023

Wednesday, November 29, 2023

Pre-Hadean Yule...

Pre-Hadean Yule...

Last Christmas before we cross Styx,
The Ferryman is collecting Salvation Army coins,
Ringing a bell,
A bright brass bell .

After this Christmas,
Pluto will be in Aquarius until I'm eighty-two,
Better sing for this yule,
'Cause the water under the boat,
That's all chop on my reflection.

If I see angels on this ride,
I just might need some company,
And gallons of coffee and nog.

Last Christmas before we cross Styx,
The Ferryman is collecting Salvation Army coins,
Ringing a bell,
A bright brass bell .

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/28/2023


Wednesday, November 22, 2023

Grateful For The Birds...

Grateful For The Birds...

A taste for wilderness,
Air that leaves you softly sleeping,
A walk with family,
Soft tawny cool and misty,
A pumpkin pie dream,
Strolling along cranberry rocks in a coffee creek,
Gobbled and gone before you know it,
Sweet while here,
The best holiday,
Feast and friends,
Thank-you whispers,
Straight from an Autumn soul.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/22/2023