Life Preserved in Word

The New Year brings a new revolution. New beginnings breathe new solutions while old habits receive new transfusions. Some take stock of a litany of transgressions hoping to start anew through total absolution. The earth on New Years’ Day is just like any other day and turns once around its axis much to my dismay then repeats itself year after year, day after day. I spent the previous year exploring worthy resolutions through reflection then deflection to create an illusion yet I always seem to come to the exact same conclusion. I appreciate the diverse ways others celebrate this day but I prefer to mend fences once they come my way and just like Christmas day I wish to spread out the joy to last as much of the year as my skepticism may deploy. Every day begins as a new revolution. © David Girard 31/12/19

at the age of nine me and sum friends of mine  slipped quickly through the trees like a spirit breeze  to appear at the motionally charged ocean  whose tide was at low ride  so all that remained was sand, rock and sea life drained of briny  let’s build a fire quick and the harvest we must pick  as it sleeps in beds exposed to the will of nine year-olds  who gather them up ready to shuck  so we’ll open them up slow - shuck no!   toss them in the fire and let it do all the work  because cooking and hissing and spitting  they will open slowly to reveal the best seaside sup  of cooked oysters in the shell with the aromatic tell  of an oyster, ocean and wood-fire potion  like the smell of freshly mown grass it’s something that will forever last © David Girard 18/12/19

Gamesmanship does not stand alone like good sportsmanship and poor sportsmanship because it is poor sportsmanship. I need to develop a thicker skin?   Try shedding a few layers you hippo critical rhinoceros! Astral showers fall flowers.   Fall showers astral flowers. As creakers of habit we tense with time. If someone falls asleep during my speech please wake me up. Lunacy is to become totally immersed within the confines of an appendage located north of the shoulders. Prison is where you make it. Those who think they know everything don’t know much at all and those who know everything are not of this world. Ask me anything. From ever close-up to away and afar the fine print of life reflects the stars. I’ve not become very attached to my hair but it’s attached to me. earring tinnitus Over-baked by three weeks makes me a “late bloom’n baby boomer.” Socialism is cannibalism of contrarianism. Some speak about living on borrowe...

today is your birthday yet another year removed from the day of your birth reminisce assuring levity and brevity contemplate future mirth and girth… of wellbeing and riches. © David Girard 11/12/19