Saturday, August 23, 2025

Journal: August 2025




 I now realize
that people wear headphones
not to escape their reality
but to escape your reality


-Doctor’s waiting room while experiencing someone's 
FaceTime call with their grandkids, 08/07/2025


Heavy rock music
drifts on fog across the park,
ravens unimpressed

-Golden Gate Park, Outside Lands Festival, 08/08/2025



Birth and Death 


I watched the massive 

hospital expansion project from 

the 8th floor waiting room window 


captivated by the immense effort required

to give birth to the new buildings

until my concentration was broken


by a black hearse driving slowly away

down an old access road 

alone and without ceremony


-UCSF Hospital, August 2025



A Retraction on Kenneth Rexroth


After saying his poems 

were overblown and too serious

I found this brilliant stanza as proof

he actually could get to the point 

in less than 25 pages:


Vulture

“St. Thomas Aquinas thought

That vultures were lesbians

And fertilized by the winds.

If you seek the facts of life,

Papist intellectuals

Can be very misleading.”


08/14/2025




Awake and Dreaming


We have given our learning machines 

the wealth of our collective knowledge

but since they do not sleep 

they have hallucinations

by using random bits 

of data and images 

to create false realities 

which perfectly describes 

what happens each night 

when I dream


08/26/2025



They say one should exercise

the body as well as the mind

but I have yet to see a jogger smiling

like I do when I read a book


08/28/2025






Friday, August 22, 2025

First to Go, Last to Leave


we don’t write poems
about death
when we’re young


death lies anchored
just beyond our horizon
so why bother


there is much sailing to do


there is plenty of time
to write poems about death
when we’re old


as we realize 
time now holds 
a different purpose



we begin each day 
when we want
how we want

yet always tired from long nights
trying to understand messages
from restless visitations


we reflect with friends
on the adventures 
that brought us here


we look at each other 
silently judging our decline by
comparing skin tone and hair gone silver

we share notes
on doctors and procedures
ailments and medications


we exchange 
our love and gratitude
for healing


we wonder in silence 
who will be the first to go
and the last to leave


we notice all things great and small
that we missed and vow

never to miss them again


we appreciate how the daylight 
shines brilliantly now
and clouds shape the day


as we turn our gaze
just past the horizon
and remind ourselves


there is still much sailing to do




Ken Owen August 2025 Van Niddy Press