Author Archives: Ben Doddridge

Chomping by the willow tree in the foothills of Mt. Delicious. Furious flying fish fighting for fantastic fishy fantasy. Grizzly bear teeth bore through the castle wall, and farewell king. Monkey minds ebb and flow like nodes in symphony.

Oh good, I was was worried you wouldn’t come out all this way for something so…well I suppose I should just come out and say it. It is…wait…forgive me but at this moment it escapes me. Perhaps if I relax my mind it will surface – just as the sun will in a few shortContinue reading “The Word”

Doing speaks to the voices of doubt Speaking is a round-about Knowing is not for tongue nor mouth It appears when all is taken out

Trustworthy Truthful Transparrent Not a medicine Not a doctor Notwithstanding, it is both medicinal and prescribed

I dream, plot, and wish many things. I enjoy each of these activities equally. Yet lately this is less so. Like rubber without road, I am Peter Pan. I mean we all like to dine on our most desired. I laugh as delight turns slowly into disgust. I wonder if it is serious. Or isContinue reading “Me”

blues and jazz in the garden prawns are finally as delicious as they are cheap only the air is fresher opportunity is for my belly crying out for my spotlight in this atmosphere anything has promise strung out from a long week of undefined achievements aim with me to always be winning but never toContinue reading “Good Friday”

Widely revered and so worthy of time, Greetings are boats; so subject to design, My boat is afloat with other afloat boats, On a sea of exchange from gestures to jokes, Sailors don’t care who sails the most, The joy of sailing is the goal, Sincerely, Your host

The highs are bright The lows are dark Waiting for strength Too cold for spark My senses overrun No information discerned Loneliness creeping in All else preferred

the land of perfection looks perfect from afar low resolution view light or star stale and mate dried clay books in balance before you play