14 days after cracked ribs and getting some sense of normality. Don’t need surgery and cleared for low impact exercise for next xix weeks (walking only)
14 days after cracked ribs and getting some sense of normality. Don’t need surgery and cleared for low impact exercise for next xix weeks (walking only)
Added a loop station to the home office and started to fool around. My first try ever
https://jgregorymcverry.com/mymusic/LooperNooberScooper.mp3
When trouble, stilted,
withered on
hilltops dolloped
in pockets of
mosses whose
losses of
accosted
rock
deposit
winds against
stone. Only then
can memories be alone
#smallpoems
Paradox of technology: jgregorymcverry.com/poetry/pa…
You can’t search giphy for “none”
Aesthetics and Architects of Aura, all Bright lightning and thunder man, Kooey Komrades shining light where Darkness falls on a blinded eye Eager comrades! See, you and I.
Find data seeps grabbing underbellies of hidden sheep in boundaries jostling in foundries kicking Keynsian lightning bolts.
Must need NIST breadth and depth opening a #CMMC possibility Quality? Really, solid Truth? Understand variability is wide. And, Yes. Always up to Zues.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
Happy Halloween from the McVerry’s
Playing with the pedals a bit more in the Knife of the Gourd
https://jgregorymcverry.com/mymusic/KnifeOfTheGourd.mp3
Waning fire
of
smoldering ashes
darkening skies
in
dances
falling silent
as I lose myself
in your eyes of
destiny’s broken
desire
forgotten stains
unseen in
surrendering
embers
#smallpoems
Spending a rainy Saturday morning messing with some reverb pedals to find a few settings that tickle my fancy (cw: off rhythm high screeched sounds from talentless hack)
A moan
escapes
as I bend
down,
arm propped
on a cooling stove
to
wipe up
one more
spill
after one
more day,
and as
stubborn
streaks
slip away
I wonder, “Is
this where
my
poetry has gone?”
#smallpoems
The deeper we penetrate the mystery of sound, the more are able to trace the links that connect all sounds. This link is what the musician calls harmony, and it is in harmony that is hidden the secret of joy and peace. Hazrat Inayat Khan
img credit: “harmony” by mayeesherr. flickr.com/photos/ma… is licensed under CC BY
Cool writing prompt. Write a future where humans return to earth inhabited by these creatures: www.vox.com/down-to-e… or tell the story of one of these future animals
Starting the next lesson on harmonies ukuleleunderground.com/courses/u… as I try to learn more about scales and chord progressions #ukulele
Trying to make some spooky Halloween sounds:
In the
duplicity
that exists in
me
lives an
epiphany kissing
me
to deny a
duality who
must do without
on stolen lips
words
drip truth
only a maker
can meet on mouths
of borrowed
tongues
#smallpoems
text of nearly every day rips hidden webs tucked away. Dusks of forgotten days gossamermore of rotted fur blurs curses in twisted verses as strands, trapped in hair and hands chase an architect leaf on balanced strands. Relentless artist stuck this morning
We are but
a piece
of glass
born
brittle in our
sun while
we make our
galaxy for stars
not yet born
a sea of small energy
back to the one
sounds so lost
they must get heard.
#smallpoems
Rivers who
open on the
mouith of me
send
sounds
drawn on lakes
seaping in,
in a source….
Waves
pushed by
smells of
stolen memories
floating on an
antithesis to
all
I
see
#smallpoems
I danced
amongst
colors
screaming on
photons once
ensconsed.
I had a poem in my
pocket
but now I lost
it
and small
meanings
dangle
in torn
pockets
whose
cotton fibers
lick
live
sockets
#smallpoems
A poet makes a mark down town in spaces of pre history who escape the plain text of reality #smallpoems
On broken
lips wo
float on
sunken ships
a detritis
arises
pushing
stern
pressures
on the bows
of our
souls
#smallpoems
We pray with pencils.
Catherderals
of needles
weaving
feeble
meanings
in paragees
of realities
stitched in
bright applique
of dark truths
hidden at apogee.
A reference frame
of embroidery to
bolster and
cushion
nimble
stitches held
in tipped
thimbles
of
metric tensor
#smallpoems Starving for oxygen waiting on rain rippling on rhytmns lost in my name in sounds bouncing in drumming of the sun, beats of yesterdays collapse into tomrrow's haze