may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!

Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA

Tuesday, January 3, 2012


i think of life as food-
when young,fast and furious
stuffing as many FIRSTS into seconds
middle aged,minutes flash by faster
aged,the tick of extinction(impending
book of grand father clocks

you remember most/those holy moments
when attention is focused/stories bloom forth
like flowers from a garden of people
who reach out like the dying to be heard

i eat these stories.Once i paid folk on 6th street
to lie to me,so i could see if i could distinguish lie from truth
I still cannot.So when you spin dervish dancer-it is the flower of your smiling
that most attracts this bee to amber.

Ear to the ground.Eye through a keyhole.Nose to the wheel.Listening/witnessing
is what opens doorways to another/bridging lives in moments islands
They say an onion has many layers-just like people/their stories
are parables/fables/animating our shadow play
until we are both audience and actor,writing our scripts-
improvising olde nights,dreaming new days.

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