Dashboard Horus: A Bird's Eye View of the Universe

Scott C. Kaestner is a Los Angeles poet, writer, dad, husband and man who knows enough to know he doesn’t know much at all. Google ‘scott kaestner poetry’ to peruse his musings and doings - maybe even buy a book. In a Jamaican Lagoon all alone on my back floating on a raft in a Jamaican lagoon magic mushroom vibes under the Caribbean sun greeting bliss with giggles knowing ecstasy is found in moments singular simple beautiful grateful high this moment engulfed with light in a Jamaican lagoon. © Scott C. Kaestner

  Scott C. Kaestner is a Los Angeles poet, writer, dad, husband, and man who believes the simpler the simple things, the better they become. Google “scott kaestner poetry” to peruse his musings and doings, maybe even buy a book. The Las Vegas Trip Two mushrooms eaten in a 5th floor hotel room doors swing open I walk these streets looking through the prism of foregone conclusions empty promises and unrealistic expectations cigarette smoke clouds fluorescent lights and lady luck she is a ghost here everyone’s looking nothing is found high hopes, heat, cocktails roll the dice - sip bourbon swallow my fate along with the burden of being a stranger in a strange land a daisy soul tripping fire breathing dragon in an arid vacuum of time and space waiting for a win that ain’t coming. © 2024 Scott C. Kaestner

  Scott C. Kaestner is a Los Angeles poet, writer, dad, husband, and a man on a mission to not be on a mission so he can just chill. Google ‘scott kaestner poetry’ to peruse his musings and doings. Chasing God in Maui   There may or not be a heaven but there is definitely a Maui and I saw God there last July jumping off a cliff at Twin Falls; thought this an opportunity to find out the meaning of life or at least ask a few questions so I jumped off the cliff too. In the water below, I looked for God but the Holy Spirit was already back on the Hana Highway and heading down the mountain. Got in my car and followed God to the Iao Needle where I spotted the Holy Spirit with local Manas twisting and turning through the lush green valleys. Unable to keep up I again lost sight of God but luckily our paths crossed at Dragon’s Teeth where I saw God bubbling up from the ocean and onto the sheet of sharp volcanic rock. Just when I was about to ask my questions, God went back into the oce...