walk for water

My family & I have decided to take part in the “Walk for Water” to raise money to provide access to clean, safe drinking water for thousands of families across Africa. We will be doing a series of 4 mile walks – the average distance women and children in Africa walk for water.  Check out the Walk for Water website …

april is world poetry month

I have had the good fortune to be invited as one of 15 poets to be interviewed on a radio program that will document World Poetry Month in April.  Here are some of the details: Poets around the world call for a World Poetry Month. Fifteen poets from such places as Saint Paul, Minnesota; Rye, England; and South Africa, Johannesburg …

red nose day 2009

I made a special appearance for red nose day: http://claylowe.smugmug.com/photos/490764674_Bn9zR-S.jpg

i am a human…being

I am in a place of being…not talking about being or thinking about being, but being and doing being and being being and living being.  I am a human…being.

time clock civilization

We are a time-clock civilization.  We wear time on our wrist.  We hang time on our walls.  We have time in the corner of our TV screens.  We have time on the dashboard of the cars we drive.  We have time on mobile phones, console games, town squares, microwaves, cookers, computers…time is everywhere.  Time for this.  Tine for that.  Time …

soothsayer

An old family friend was visiting us.  She looked at Ruth and said to me:  “She looks good.  She doesn’t look haggard, which means you are being good to her.” “What about me?’” I asked.  “Do I look haggard?”  The old lady placed her hands on my cheeks and inspected my face in the light.  “No,” She said.  “You look …

a time of magic

He walked up to the roof of the hotel to get some fresh air and watch the night sky turn to dawn.  The time between dusk and dawn is meant to be a time of magic.  At the precise moment when it is neither night nor day, the gods can be summoned.  He has never seen a god before, maybe …

poor human heart pounding

Poor human hearts pounding everywhere, lying in their beds, walking their dogs, worrying about their future, dwelling on how their life took a wrong turn as they ride the bus to work in the morning.  I’m lying here in my hotel bed.  No other guest are stirring at this hour.  The dull roar of distant traffic reminds me that the …

where are you headed and how will you get there?

And what does it matter in the end, the prince and the pauper travel different roads to reach the same end, buried six feet beneath cold earth, food for the worms and a silent eternity.

saxophone

Got my Lucky Strikes and Jesus doll Pinup girl in yellow shorts pouts love Through lips red as the dawn sky on The fourth of July, I’m ready to roll Cowboy hat no Texan to stand Jack Daniels and Coke drank separate like a man, I hitch a ride south on ninety nine Door opens and slams Yellow convertible, white …