Molly by the Sea

Going Nowheres

Coconut Wine

First Recipe

Them (of me)

Them (of me)

Call your dogs m/lady
send the children away
for I am going' home
nowhere yonder over there
where last I saw the sun
haloed 'neath that rainbow sky
past my eyes frozen looking there
past my skeleton fingers
reaching there
past where the jackals
carry my dead flesh
past where the worms leave
them (of me)
in the dust I will be home
leave us alone

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there is no door
© David White 1974

Reviewing the Practice

I spent a couple years trotting the good doctor out to B2B networking events attempting to help people with their language for commercial purposes.

The people I was meeting did not seem to think it mattered if there were typos in their marketing materials. And then the economy tanked and marketing dollars evaporated.



The doctor had already been with me for 20-odd years before that quite content as a caricature.

Perhaps one of the reasons a practice in healing marketing language did not blossom is ... perhaps.


If ever there were a day to call in to work, writhing in the throes of wellness, TODAY would be that day. I want to tell you this story now.



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Almost Ready For This

The autumn colors had gotten past their prime
gotten a little muddied and subdued until the
first snow today the startling white color
brings back the greens and golds and
burgundies of leaves and trees
that are not quite ready
for this

Any. Way.

Any. Way.

Do not bother to stop and smell the roses.
It is not the stopping or the smelling
or the roses
any. way.

First, you think you’re stopping
but it’s restlessness and fidgiting ...
There’s a fly. Your stomach grumbles.
Leg cramps. Boredom. What time is it?
Oops ... sorry ... that’s sitting meditation.

And smelling? As if smelling will
capture the rose and bring it home.

What of the other six senses?
The sense of temperature,
of pressure, pain, position in space,
acceleration and the passage of time?

You might think this is just another rose
in just another poem but the usually shy
chrysanthemums are whispering with tulips.

I think I heard your name.
Listen.

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DLWhite • 8/9/13

Flaming Red Maple