First, I will tell you that they are random. Second, they are often cased in poetic structures. These are most assuredly rambling in style, although as a poet I do wish to be very specific about what I observe.
Here is a (non-poetic) reflection as a for instance:
What does it mean that the Wall StJournal offices are on West 42nd Street?
Is there some reason to want to find meaning in every odd thing?
Facts are not facts, they are tempered in the prism of opinion and judgement.
An observation and, perhaps a critique:
Sometimes, you just gotta be a fan.
I heard of her, of course, but until I heard her sing a story-tune, I did not know how good she was. Suzanne Vega is not as famous as some of my other crushes, like Bette Midler or Dolly Parton, but she has a good deal of talent and charm.
A riff on the pace we live:
Everything is ever present. There was a time when we would not be watching live coverage of events. The world was not always with us.
We would learn of somethings–no matter how horrific or shocking– the next day. Or, at least, later. On the 11 o’clock news.
Life would not intrude with breaking news constantly. If we were informed of things happening now, it would be in the form of a newscaster’s announcements. We were not witnesses.