marking territory

moving through space
seems to make sense
where-as
moving through time
is allusive.
does time exist
with-out our need
for measuring change
in feet per second?
is "now" necessary
or simply a place for
consciousness to hang its hat?
is now an expression of being?
or a necessity of our
being self-centered?
where is the resonance of being
with-out time?
so long as there
is a pulse
there is music
but what use is "now"
in the depths of space?
am i anything more than
a shifting point of view
alienating resistance to change
with observations?

canoe chicken

"boatmeal" (revised)

boatyard oatmeal cookies

350-360º aprox. 10 min
until light brown- to taste

cream together:

1/2 lb butter
1 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup w sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla

add:
1 tsp baking soda
11/2 cups flour ( whole wheat)
3 cup rolled oats (1 1/2 cups quick-cook oats + 1 1/2 cups largeflake)

optional ingredients: 1/2 - 1 cup
currents
walnuts
chocolate chips

i mix by hand
the point is to find that elusive balance
between delicious and health food
the best batch so far:
i mixed in a little extra flour until the dough
was stiff and flattened them with a fork.
they rose enough to make them crunchy
but light

dreamers require

not surprisingly,

Dreams

if, for no other reason

if it were up to me
there are lots of paintings
yet to be discovered
but
what use
are they
to you?

outside time

painting
into discovery
a threat to
thought
which
habitually
kills
the
messenger
then
purpose collects
momentum
to engage
the mindless
repetitive
satisfaction
of shoveling snow
and of course
sleeping
into
waking

time hovers

mountains

remind me

to what
do i owe
the honour ?















the honour
of being misunderstood
and rejected for suggesting
an alternate view.
change
being one of
the few
constants
as you scurry
from blackberry
to ipod
the digtal record
of your life
will be digital dust
before you breath
your final breath.
if the dead sea scrolls
were on hard-drives
they would have been.
luckily
the wisdom
of this
dark age
will be
for ever
lost
and
as we come to realize
that upgrading the operating system
was not the kind of change that
was necessary,
jelly fish will
have replaced
rats in the subways
in the new atlantis

winter snow

the house is radiating
wood heat from
summer's sun
through
the stone floor























snow to your knees
still falling
beautiful
thanks to the
reliable old tractor
and the wood pile