Monday, June 17, 2013

Jimmy ThePeach: First Kissing Warm Rain

Jimmy ThePeach: First Kissing Warm Rain: fireflies kissing First Kissing Warm Rain Soft is the night yellow misty in the throw-glow of streetlights. In the hour of ...

Friday, June 07, 2013

Watching Sunset With A Dog


"Fearless" Frito
June 7th and after a night of thunderstorms in Virginia, first light feels colder than yester-May. Tiny berms of maple-blade seed-feathers trace the high water line where gutters flooded into the street. How many sunrises… how many sunsets… and the days between…

With a whoosh winter,
winter wind sweeps June
back before summer
started.

Yes, restless from the reminder,
how quicker the wheel turns
as slower the motor runs

No bow strong enough can throw
any arrow farther
than the target,
time.

a small thing,
watching sunset
with a dog

- Peach

Wednesday, June 05, 2013

Instruments of Good and Evil

Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Lama

A person who hates
and wants to eradicate
those who believe in God,
is not an atheist;
they are an instrument of evil,
just as clearly
as the Dalai Lama
is an instrument of good.

Monday, June 03, 2013

Driving West Into Arizona

looking towards Las Vegas
Driving west into Arizona I find myself in scrub flatlands. The Little Colorado River is the same sandstone red as the dirt roads that peter out into the high desert on both sides of US 40.
I pass a sign, “Elevation – 5,000 ft.”
            Then another as I pass six thousand. Finally, the San Francisco Peaks appear ahead. There is snow on the mountains. It must be about 35 miles to Flagstaff.
            I pull off the freeway and drive a ways up an unmarked dirt road. I park in the shade of an old juniper and get out to stretch.
            In a while, I’ll leave a big rooster-tail on the dirt road, get back to the freeway, and head for Las Vegas.
            Now, though, I grab my guitar and serenade the wind. It’s dropping off the mountains and blowing east, towards everywhere I’ve been.

                                                on guitar
                                                            playing something
                                                                        to forget

An excerpt from the upcoming book, “A Short Journey To The Far West,” based on a 5,622 mile wandering across these here United States.