• my doggies •

When I’m around people,
I sometimes think that they can ‘sense’
that I’d rather be spending time with my dogs.
I really do like their guileless, open, fuzzy faces,
their apparent enthusiasms, transparent wants,
attainable and palpable satisfactions,
and their unconditional and continual willingness to love.
Plus, they have swishy tails,
and wonky, wagglety butts.
~ Tim Burchfield


• sick •

Just the other day,
I wrote, as a joke,
‘Dare to dream, bigly.’
(With a depiction of Trump in the ‘slammer’, on ‘social media’.)
And someone wrote,
‘Sick!’ in the comments.
Maybe, I am, but I don’t think so.
In fact, I think I’d have to be, ‘sick’,
to ‘support’ this Bozo.
~ Tim Burchfield


• a time before meaning •

If the ‘Big Bang’,
is how the universe got its start,
and as
(as evidenced by the fact
that the night sky
is not as bright
as day)
most stars out there
are so far away
that their light has not yet
reached us,
then how can it be
that nothing travels, in space,
faster than the speed of light?
The key may be
in those two words,
‘in space’.
It seems
there may be here,
a case, for special pleading.
For who can know what was,
in the instant before space and time?
Certainly a time before time,
doubtless, a time before meaning,
in the, ‘it’s good to be alive’, sense:
a spur, friend,
to go on asking questions,
at the very least, I should think –
something akin
to The Big Vacuum, possibly?
Or, even, at a stretch,
The Big Potentiality?
For what is life,
if not potentiality,
like childhood friends,
listening for the ‘count’,
in a game of ‘hide and seek’,
where, we all shout,
“Allee, allee, in come free!”
~ Tim Burchfield


• life is a good experience.•

Spent a soothing Sunday
faffing about –
walking the dogs,
and hanging out.
Went for a lovely bike ride,
wind in my hair,
all the other walkers and bikers
and runners were out there,
taking in the sunshine
and the cool of the evening.
Nestled on the couch with my best buds,
JoJo and Shaye,
watching episodes of Time Team, and snacking on frozen grapes
and strawberries –
(‘snacky treats’, for they).
Woke up with ‘look up faff’ in my head.
Faff, huh. Nifty, nay?
Off to work, now,
in the tradition
of dinosaur-avoiding early ancestors of old,
exploiting a nighttime economy.
Life is a good experience,
if you make it that way.
~ Tim Burchfield


• a humdinger •

You might find it ironic
for me to describe Chronic,
a story about death and dying,
as ‘a slice of life’.
In fact, throughout,
the question of ‘why?’,
and ‘why me?’,
seems pervasive,
and unanswerable,
which it is, except, for me,
‘and why not?’,
‘and why not (me)?’,
keeps rolling through my head,
Is it just me, I wonder,
or do others see this life
as an equal opportunity
or journey,
or what have you,
and that moral judgements
as to good or bad outcomes,
or of success or happiness,
and whatnot, cannot
truly be assessed
until after the final curtain falls,
so you’ll never know it yourself,
truth be told, friend,
being dead and all?
So, it’s a question for family,
and society,
and friends,
and ‘former friends’,
and what have you,
to make the call.
And honestly, who cares
what other people think, anywhoo?
So, don’t complain;
choose to be happy,
or fulfilled, or engaged,
or grateful, or enthralled,
or stoic, or philosophical,
or selfless, or starry-eyed,
or evangelical, or ‘evolved’ –
just between we two,
it’s up to you –
whatever floats your boat.
It’s a one way ride,
and frequently fabulous.
Enjoy the view.
Oh, and on a final note,
the movie (with Tim Roth),
is a humdinger, too.
~ Tim Burchfield


• on ‘the other’ in me •

Such an interesting article. I also live with depressive states, and almost word for word, can identify with the descriptions of how it feels. I still go through it, but once I discovered my ‘other’, and became a friend, an advocate, a soother-listener-protector to that child-like, super-sensitive, super-creative, intuitive (did I mention ‘child-like’, oh, yes I did…) ‘entity’, which resides, side-by-side, inside of me (but speaks only in dreams, and emotions, and whispers to me in musical phrasings, and compulsions, and desires, and cravings – basically, all of the so-called, ‘id’ stuff), and learned how to take the time to really ‘be’ with this ‘other’ and talk to him/her/it rationally, to commiserate, and to listen – really listen – and to make plans, and provisions, and promises – to make things better for he/she/it (and too, to really work to keep those promises, at least a little every day), then, slowly, but surely, I came not only to understand that these ‘waves’ of ‘depression’ are really the feelings of despair and hopelessness that any normal person would feel, if he/she/it had no ‘voice’, no power to affect change, no acknowledgement, and felt no appreciation (and little love), but that there is never any reason to feel ‘lonely’, because (if this is a real ‘state of being’ – and I am convinced that it is), one is never alone, and that the process of ‘loving’ really does, start with you/me, see? (Does this make sense/can you ‘relate’?) Hand to heart, this has been a true ‘revelation’, and a life-changing epiphany, for me. It has been about six years since I came to this awareness, and my progress has been substantial and continual, and empowering (happily).
This is the basis of my own particular ‘bi-cameral mind’ hypothesis. I really should write a book on the subject. What do you think, friends? Here is the article.
On depression: What you should know if you love someone with high-functioning depression: