I haven't had a lot to say on my blog in recent years, I have to admit. I work a day job, and my writing has slowed down, though it hasn't come to a complete halt. My brother Michael is a different story.
Michael Thiele is a woodsmith who makes musical instruments and playable furniture. He spends most of his life either in the shop or out on the road buying wood and selling his work at craft shows. In recent years, his travels have begun to inspire his own writing, so he sends me things. I asked for his permission to post his ramblings on my own (neglected) blog. So things are about to get busy around here. Join Michael on the road, fabbies. Here goes.
Moonsliver, Jan 9
Orange
And barely a sliver
There on my morning horizon
You’re hardly a guiding light
I’ve seen real moons, you know
Fat ones, bright as hell
Throwing shadows
Off skinny chollas
Who needs a blinding sun
When Full Moon’s in town?
Barely need headlamps
You’re not that
Not that at all
So what do you bring?
What is your offering?
I’m waiting
And watching
Maybe your subtlety,
Your understatement
Is a message
Maybe there is something in it
Slow down
Breathe the day
The road is long
Life is not all bells
And whistles
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