What Do You Mean It's Almost June?

A second ago it was January. Now, Summer Solstice is nearly within our grasp. What is up with that? 

No music video today. I drifted away from that digital realm for a bit. Might drift back in that direction. We'll see where the drift leads and how the winds blow. At least the drift isn't a rip tide and "the winds" aren't tornado-esque. Actually, for a guy who's been DIRECTIONALLY CREATIVE (driven-obsessive) for most of his life...drifting in an artistic sense, does have it's pluses. One of which is there's a lot less pressure. Lowered self-expectations. Plan-free creativity. How odd.

Think tubing in a slow-flow, tree-lined creek. No bugs. Just the right amount of sun and shade. No alligators or crocodiles or piranhas or snakes, just a large school of happy gold, red, and white Koi escorting, nudging my inner-tube (inner-self) down center flow of a clear stream. No frantic paddling, just a welcome acceptance of the "as is" as what is supposed to be. And what's "supposed to be" right now is poetry. Not AI generated music, lyrics, or photography. Just poetry: writing, public reading, submitting...poetry. 

I'll focus more on those three elements of poetry (writing, public reading, submitting) in future posts. Today I just want y'all to know I'm still out here artistically drifting in a wonderful way. 

Here are two of my poems which recently appeared in the digital publication: Beatnik Cowboy 

Do you ever have dreams that reoccur? Do they progress? Do you recognize situations, places, and people from before? I do. I have long-time friends in my dreams. And non-friends. This poem is about that reality.

"Gamer"  Beatnik Cowboy

This next poem is historic in the sense that it captures (I hope) a bit of American history from a different perspective. While the song itself, "I'm Proud To Be An American" still has political context, it's original context was in response to the Twin Towers going down on 9/11.

"Waffle House" Beatnik Cowboy

Thanks for sticking with me. I'll just keep letting those Koi guide my tube downstream...