SO&SEW&SOW&SO ( Something of a Hawking’s Memorial)

Soundings

So it is we see through some third-eye’s batting stare,
Sight-Owl-Solar-Sound to track attack as with all three eyelids
For the sight-feel-hearing of doles&days&dramas rustling in the dark’s
Black-Holes–as if to mock Continue reading →

Did not know

When the womb-lights came on

Don’t remember the breath-pain

When I came out gasping

And cried into the room-lights.

I know they happened

I know life means waking-up

From the night into the light of day

I Continue reading →

[ A song by mdok from before Parkland and before the next and the next. . . . ]

What does it mean to say “Goodbye!”

With grass so green, the sky so blue?

What does it mean to Continue reading →