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Category: Poetry

  • fill

    come to find outthe great and unknowablecomprised the thingsi took for grantedthe breeze that bent thebamboo and made it sighfoghorns in the morningfreight trains at nighta front-row seatunder the apple treetwo legs chasedfour legsfour became eighti was surprisedby how swiftlyone can filla lifetime of days

  • debris

    I jump ahead to get a handle on timebut dogs are the wiser for ignoring itI would be mistress over my waking hoursif I could learn tosniff the air to gauge one's moodroll in grass and call it goodbelieve all I see in this very momenttrack in debris from the outside worldand know it is…

  • Wash or Wear

    Slipping off the skinYesterday's shadow exposedMy wash-or-wear life Cast-off weeds remind me of someone who belongs in the Long-Ago. I once knew the way and back before we got unlucky. The trick to perfect recall is to stare at the handmade signs buried beneath the floor. They will float to the surface after the rains…

  • black

    pick up a dropped stitchtime is a wrinkle in space black absolves all fault

  • Brown

    A composition in DDirt to cover over shoddy logicThe everafter is neutral turfsodden with consciousnesstrapped in static brown waterLife hides in a swollen stream

  • Wheels Turning

    You make all the decisionsBut they do not reach me inHereFringe TimeHard CellScare the truth out of youBad RhymeSoft SellI'll show you a nice viewIt's full of blood and promisesTo make you stayA wasted effort saved forAnother dayDon't let them see theWheels turningThey'll know your everyMove

  • Twilight

    Truth and subterfugedebate their meritsin the sliver of timewhen light and dark entwineChemical attractionCloud passing overParticle refractionLie down in cloverMagic dies and is rebornin the twilight hour

  • Earth

    It is the season when nothing flourishesMasterworks are stored beneath the earthAll decisions have their momentThe rock on which we stand is as solid as we believe it to beThe riptide is required to drown uncertaintyA piercing of the heartA sorrow of the sensesExperiencing pain without penalty brings the promise of relief

  • Where I Am

    Where I am is a lab, a sacred space, a spare room, a forgotten place.It is where dreams are dealt, ideas hatched, words arranged, new strings are attached.Learning to be present, less haunted, more trusting, living undaunted. Curiosity can make for an uneasy soul.

  • Physical

    windswept dissonancedragging you through the underbrushyou sang that chorus once and itchimed at night as the tempo knocked me downdrown out the babblebring on the shadowtear down the bridge that brought me back aroundcan't be called a quest if you're tired of lookingyou can't claim discovery if I've found you firsttry to untangle what's laid…