Day 118: Galveston, Home

My bride and I have been down in Galveston now for a little over half a year and we love it here. I found myself reflecting on that this morning and let that become the basis for today’s poem.

As an aside, we took some family member to the Galveston Art Walk this weekend. The first exhibit we walked in to was called “Cat Butt Parfait.” I’ll leave it to your imagination exactly what it contained. My parent’s reaction? Priceless.

Galveston, Home

Day 22: Decentralized Tempest

Wow, we passed the three week mark and didn’t even notice. Someone somewhere once said it takes 21 days to make something a habit. Here’s to making poetry a regular part of everyday living.

On the subject of everyday living, this morning has found me contemplating geography, familial relationships, networking, and the relationship we as a people, arguably as a species, now share with technology. Information always at our fingertips. Platforms selling connections rather than services. Social networks. Businesses that span globes.

It’s all so amorphous isn’t it? No less powerful for it, simply different. Arguably more powerful for the sheer amount of connections and information we’ve enabled ourselves to have access to. How on earth could we explain this modern phenomenon to someone thirty, or even twenty, years ago? More relevant, less philosophical question: where are we going with it?

Decentralized Tempest