On the Road Again
Some patterns are too big to see until you step back, until time provides you with the proper perspective.
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani
Words and Works from a Seattle Author
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The Rabbit’s Hour
after one cancer scare one heart attack one hand surgery one gained weight loss I lace up my pickleball shoes and return to the asphalt of my suburban streets to walk under skies filled with the grey promise of summer rain it is The Rabbit’s Hour that dawn-dim time of a summer’s morn when the […]
Recitative
There are times when I write a piece that the rhythm and speed of the words is just as important as the words themselves
Out of Balance
There are times when something happens, something innocuous, something that, on any other day, would just be a pain or an annoyance
Main Street, 1976
The last time I walked down the main street in my home town—4th Street in San Rafael—was fifty years ago.
The Leaving
Sing to me, O Muse, of a complicated man, this life self-forged through tragic fire, crafted from scraps of tin and gold, hammered thin by doom and choice, quenched to brittleness in acid waters. Show me how, through the veil of years, these smoldering bones did carry the multitude of atoms that both sparkled and […]
Psalmody
crouch down before the glowing remnants of the dying world