It starts with a question. The implication is always that the end will be an answer or provide one. Difficult it is when life or art does not provide resolution. When it starts with a question and ends with another. When the front door is left ajar or there is no back door or the front door is to a facade and there is no house to house the answer. How frustrating it can be to think there is a mystery but that no one (artist) was creating what they thought was mysterious at all.

It was never clear if he even liked us. We gathered round and he jiggled the plastic pokerlike chips|tokens. He had a bag of them — round bulging, like a cartoon sack of acorns. Acorns didn’t grow here so only knew them from cartoons. We were cartoon age. Watched Popeye…

To be surprised by life is a good thing, but this was a bit more than he expected.

We look away as if she is a danger. A danger to herself and as that danger is a danger to us, to us all as what she does is disequilibriates us. That is what perceived danger does. Once we feel endangered the sometimes subtle sometime not quick|sharp intake of…

a song If I take my words/ set them to music What is the message/ I wish to sing? If no one listens/closely to the meaning What is the meaning I bring? When my throat opens/ melody falls out The words lose their power/meaning loses clout Since you don’t have…

It came suddenly like a sneeze. It was a sneeze; at first we (Drs) thought not possible, just a saying, just an exaggeration. Walking from the parking garage to the the clinic blobs of pink matter splattered, large puddles greasy and aide cars, stretchers, weird but not totally out of…

A first meeting, perhaps a date, uncertain, driver taking passenger to passenger’s home. Stopped before the house, parked but engine running. Passenger turns toward the driver… “are you attracted to me or are we just mutually interesting?” Driver’s hands do not leave the wheel.

My hand reaches out, touches nothing The emptiness fills my mind My fingers desire more than this My heart no longer mine They left those yesterdays and now the doorways stand sentinel Watches as I lay awake I too watch, but not for sleep I wait for your return On angel‵s breath or eagle wings A dragon‵s tail squeezes me I watch my heart stops beating I wait but not for sleep

We haven’t learned much. We have tried but it seems like only a small bit gets in. We want to know more, suspect there is so much more to know. What is not clear is how to use the so much more to know. …