WINDOW 4 Minute Exercise Poem The eyes are a window Both ways, To see and be seen, Let the light shine in AND out, Show me your soul as I Pour mine toward you, Do you see the tail end of my Extruded life? Not yet? Keep looking…it will come to you. I sense your … More Emotional Dexterity
You Tell Me Now – I Didn’t Do It!? I spent my life at war with my father- And never knew why. But somehow I always felt it was my fault And didn’t know how. As a two year old I broke my back, my hip, And both my legs, And spent two years in … More A Poem by Tommy Manning
I LEARN TO FLY A seabird floats by in the icy air, A motionless contradiction, A confident demonstration, A glider’s bent wings held still, A head casually rotates left to right and back again, A seabird is sliding along with the wind, A seabird lifts me into a world above the ground, My self flies … More Flying Lesson
THERE IS A WOMAN There is a woman sitting at a table down the sidewalk from me- She was not there a moment ago, A trickster no doubt, Appearing just a few seconds after she wasn’t there, Clever. One thin denim leg over the other, Sitting straight, perfectly erect, Phone to her ear, Three quarter … More Yesterday in Rockland
Oh, my glob. Here is another. This one made me roar in support of this powerful person whom I admire beyond sanity. I remember this one. Powerful stuff. Don’t even tell me that millennials can’t think straight. I stand in wonder at Neeley and her like. “When I hear men discuss women’s clothes, or women’s … More Neeley 2
Here is a short segment of what I have learned from Neeley. She lives in California, so I don’t get to see her much at all. I hope we are still friends. Peace out, Gentle George “Our biases are so strongly burned into our existence, they become a part of our unconscious and influence how … More Neeley
You think I’m fat? Because you can feel my sides bulging out? Because you can feel the fat between my ears? It that it? Just say it. Go ahead. Go ahead and just say it why don’t you? Don’t…just don’t. Never mind. Never mind. I said, ‘never mind’! G. M. Goodwin August 29, 2019
I’m just now tomando el cafe. Long weekend still going by. Brain is present but not accounted for. Mind is almost awake. Slowly refining. g
The tea kettle never pours cleanly, It used to but now it dribbles, Now matter the way I hold my hand, Nor how I tip the fist and wrist, The spout catches a few wet rivulets and Makes the hot, steaming spill fall like A stream of urine from a crippled prostate. It hits the … More Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff
SWEET RAIN Hot and dry days have lingered. Smiling merchants and other makers of fun Extol the importance of days like these, ‘Bring us the pretty days and the people, With bulging pockets of silver’, They sing this song of love, of desire, of mindless want ‘So that the year will be good and fruitful … More We Need Rain
Playing Fair and Being Kind 