The Week in Review (8/11/18) – New Beginnings and Old Connections

Original followers of the SailorPoet blog now retitled Pointed Home may recall The Week in Review feature where I would reflect on what was written the week prior, look ahead to my writing plans for the week, share a multitude of links, and occasionally offer a reflection on what the week meant to me.

Its back. Over the last year, I have deconstructed and reconstructed my life. No need to go into details here, as I develop my new blog, MySevenStoreys (, I suspect enough of that story will be revealed to help followers of my writing understand some meaning behind the words. I note the important thing this week bringing back this feature: new connections and reconnections. From Otters to Bobcats, Domers to Norfolkians, Baristas to Sailors, I reflect with gratitude on all who have believed in me and stuck around.

So, what went down last week? First an invitation to the Go Dog Go Cafe and the return of my good friend Gina, one of the original baristas who has resumed her reflections on the week at the Cafe with her Come Sit With Me series. The Baristas at the cafe, new and old, are thrilled to have Gina back after a particularly trying year for her:

11th August 2018 – Come Sit With Me – In the Go Dog Go Tree Top Café

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Friday Songs For You (8/10) – “There is So Much Energy in Us” – Cloud Cult

My second selection this Friday is by the Minneapolis band, Cloud Cult. Whether leading through sustainable touring or offering inspiration to those who grieve by their beautiful music that continues to process in profound and powerful ways the unexpected loss of a child, this band sets a benchmark for authenticity. This song introduced us to one another many years ago in 2010; it wraps up their album “Light Chasers.” I think, it was simply the title sung at the climactic end “there is so much energy in us…” meaning… don’t quit… not yet.

We will be hearing more from them on future Friday’s

Their website:

The song:

Friday Songs for You (8/10) – “Almost Home” – Keston Cobblers Club… and a new blog

Spotify’s acoustic playlists introduced me to Keston Cobblers Club. This wonderful song leads their similar titled album. The following song, Concord, will serve to launch my new blog, “mysevenstoreys” an exploration of my spiritual growth over the last year(s) and into the upcoming year(s). Inspired by Thomas Merton’s autobiography, the new blog will serve to follow the development of my understanding of the world both through reflections on my earliest writing, what I am reading these days, and what it all means when I allow my heart, soul, and mind to commune in a new, authentic way. If this interests you, head that way and look for a new post once a week. If not, please enjoy this fine song by Keston Cobblers Club.

The new blog:

The song:

The Song Inside the Red Bud

Blue cased iPod replaced Red (T) to match,

Viewer, the song inside note my Red (T) buds

While I lace up new blue Mizuno trainers

To run away from chocolate chip cookies

Chasing cheeseburgers down to sole food

Decay before I add yet another book to read

The real feed for my soul’s soothing song

Looking for one dance partner to spin along

While laughing at the meaning of existence

Then we will find the lace underneath undo

Puzzles defiant awaiting their missed piece.

Took some liberties with the Brave and Reckless challenge, but I ran so slowly this morning, more words came out than just the list. So in defiance I say #brave10objectchallenge take that!

Writing Challenge: Life Experience Captured in 10 Objects

A Love Song

Why should we not touch our souls
With one bow and hear
Separate strings sing one melody,
One voice to dive into
An echo
Between hills carved by Masters
Who could not have known of us?

They began our song
Before words stirred our tongues
Like a kiss
Born inside
A flower pushing up through dirt
To follow the path of Apollo

Its pedals,
Dripping with dew,
Swallow one ray of light.
Lips trembling,
At last,
Strong enough
For Love.  

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Song of the Week: Bjork “Army of Me” and a response poem: “An Army of Me Met Met at the Door”

An Army of Me Met Met at the Door

An army of me met me at the door
and kicked me in the balls
so hard they rolled off my tongue
like ben wa and dropped
like a teenager’s waking up one morning
with a sticky surprise

An army of me met me at the door
and laughed in my face
until i had to laugh right along with me
ha ha ha, roll on the floor, jackass
and look at the teenager you became
30 years after it was hip

An army of me met me at the door
and came in for a scotch
he had it neat, i had it messy
with ice that melted
into a puddle deep enough
to go and drown a little sorrow

An army of me met me at the door
and we decided to hang out a bit
turns out he was good company
and so we decided to become one
and just get on with it:
the rescue squad was exhausted.

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