Category Archives: Family
Poetry fun
Poetry is about fun and play. :- Doug.
Only play
The only way we’ll get there is if we play. :- Doug.
Feet jiggle
My job as poet is to infect you with my imaginings so your feet jiggle. :- Doug.
Covid play?
How can covid times help us create, invent, and play with our friends? :- Doug.
Scary word
My purpose is to ask us to think bigger, and that requires we use our imaginations—together. Together here is a scary word. :- Doug.
A poet might see:
A poet might see: longer, funnier, sillier, serious-er, missed things, missing things, a way to go missing, inside another, inside the poet, inside out, backwards, unknowns, more, less, blindly, sounds, colors, fragrances, feelings, hot, cold, wet, emotions, uplift, downdraft, playful, … Continue reading
Personal Hugging Equipment!
Let’s invent Personal Hugging Equipment! :- Doug.
For a whole afternoon
Watching clouds for a whole afternoon brings understanding :- Doug.
Vertical questions
Vertical questions flow downhill: if you won’t ask never before asked questions, the grandchildren can’t ask even deeper. If your stories don’t, theirs won’t. :- Doug.
Dad to be?
Who is Dad to be, now? Who this family? Is it now, or next? Or past? :- Doug.
The communion stands
The communion only stands a chance if at least one of us moves toward our together. :- Doug.
You = Grandchild
You = Grandchild Vision = Form Equals = Equals :- Doug.
The one story
If you’re going to tell your grandchildren—or anybody—a story you owe it to them that it be the one. The one that changed how you thought about life, how you lived. That one and the story of your pending death. … Continue reading
My mind is broken
My mind is broken But my heart beats true :- Doug.
Ask to give
Ask to give: for in asking we give to one another. :- Doug.
To soak in another
You look to see You listen to hear To soak in one another :- Doug.