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
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