currents

swimming through the soup
of linguistic lentils
plucking from the group
of defective mentals

keeping up with changes
as best I can
even what deranges
this shell of a man

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fall

the leaves of a tree
do not fight
they do not flee

they are green, yellow, and red
some alive, some almost dead

they hang together until the final moment
they flow through the wind which does not relent

no matter there distance they are as one
in the rain, snow, moon, and sun

The leaves

na ke siuem anupa
1s O leaf-PL hear-ABIL
I can hear the leaves

ma na’ekam itsa
and 1s-P.3pl love
And it is them I love

Shakespeare Quote


iye iyatonolotle kue ki ma’a timu takuyo atsuha
what-if PROX-hand-cursed-REL like self with blood brother-GEN thick-AUG
What if this cursed hand were thicker than itself with brother’s blood

panamua ke tenyonihue nya kue nyahi etla tlelapa ka
rain-enough O heaven-nice-LOC for like snow P.4s wash-POT Q
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaves to wash it white as snow?

William Shakespeare, Hamlet (1600-02), Act III, scene 3, line 43

dabbles

contemplation serves the master
makes the day turn red
cleans away disaster
thinking of things said

caress the mess
make use of the abuse

swim in the fire
hang from the wire

life will not wait

Kala Phrase

to na ma’a yomayekua nahe na ke pako mulapa ka
manner 1s with day-PST-all within 1s O new begin-POT Q
“How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?” — Leonard Cohen

Non-sequitur

sometimes we wake to find ourselves surrounded by familiar yet strange feelings that if we leave unchecked can fester and boil like the summer stew that inevitably will spoil cause it’s too hot outside to eat it and no one wants to admit that all they really want is a cold beverage and to be left to their thoughts, after all, many of the things that pass through our minds either aren’t worth sharing, or would be inexplicable, or even horribly embarrassing to mention, there are so many ways to feel, but so few ways to effectively express those myriad feelings

Did I ever tell you the story about when I broke my arm?