The Panic Mutton

It’s time to hit the panic mutton.


I mean, I’m a bundle of nerds.


We’re all waiting here, with braided breath —

Come again?

Come on, you know what I’m talking about. We are all on tenderhooves here.

Sorry. What?

Oh, don’t be so tongue tight.

It is time to hit the panic mutton, I think.

Good. I’m glad we’re on the same wavelet.

Yes. Talk is sheep.


There’s life and beauty, here, I see;

I reach to capture it in verse —

The world is better than my words,

And also, very, very, far much worse —


I heard a saying once, but I’d

Betray myself, if it I speak:

The sayless often show the truth

The resting often find the thing

They seek

The World Sits Veiled

(Originally published August 2014. – Owen)

I say the words I mean to say;
But often, there are more words than there is meaning

For some of us, things are much harder than words
And relationships are even harder than things

I have a hard time untying even simple knots,
And I can’t fix things that are broken;
I don’t understand the people I know,
And I don’t understand myself when I’m around them

Music I can understand
Mathematics makes sense to me
Poetry speaks directly to me
But the world sits veiled
And silent

I Like to Imagine…

I like to imagine…

That my commenters would put as much effort into their comments
As my spammers do their spam

That what I write would change something besides
The smudge marks on my keyboard

That national elections would be conducted between sane people
And for actual reasons

That we could accomplish things without
Yelling at either Siri or Alexa

That schools would conduct other activities as good for their students
As coloring is

That people could make up their mind whether they want
To celebrate vice or condemn it, because
The constant switching has gotten confusing

That I understood anything


Katya (1)

Beauty imposes limits sometimes

Katya (1)

From earliest of memory
Was told that she was ‘pretty’;
But never ‘strong’ or ‘smart’ or ‘bold’
Or anything like ‘witty’

And yet, the truth – she’s all these things.
But she may never know:
She’s felt, as long as she could feel
That she’s just there
For show