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Time Bitten Memories
Rhododendron and fresh mown zoysia grass, Fragrant halos that come undone, Fumes of creosote oozing from poles Sweating tar under a scorching sun. Sap on sodden pine needles Glow wistfully like amber tears That fall through vaporous piles of … Continue reading
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Gadaffi, Diamond, and Me in the Basement
Neil Diamond can save the world…woke up this morning from a dream in which Muammar Muhammad al-Gaddafi is living in my childhood home basement. It is a finished basement, with a low ceiling, and it smells like the faint flatulence … Continue reading
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Many a Seasons Harvest (in progress)
It was the Autumn of our lives A breath, a breeze, a voice Aging planks, abandoned ploughs, Reaps options, and sews a choice And so the logic is stressed As one and one yields one. Whether we stroll or trudge … Continue reading
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Lovely Dreaming Foxes (I-VI)
I. We agreed at 3am on this one thing… we were silently pondering in the darkness soul kisses and caress cast sparks around us like embers flicked from the flames, soft floating down in the blackness, like crying stars or … Continue reading
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The Messenger
I slip an arrow from the quiverOh last messenger please deliver,This note I’ve written from my heartAnd without which, I’m only part “I licked the feathers, drew the bowClosed my eyes and let it go.I hear the fibers resonateA gentle sound … Continue reading
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Visitation
His child smiles lovingly and with admiration at his Dad, who stands at the coffee bar at Starbucks, paused and smiling back at his son. They sit nearly silent, but at rest at home, the single Dad with the thousand … Continue reading
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Sunrise in Infinite Moments
Two lives pirouette in a pristine momentSlipping by the sentries of timeIf all were dark, one star, one sparkWould inspire their hopes to align. A quarter moon floats in the northern lightsSo many years agoLighting her path for a wayfarerBut not … Continue reading
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Something to look at. (8/9/98)
Something to cast lines at from the depths of my soul. It’s always about validation.His foot taps to a staccato rhythm. Fingers on the buttons With a pattern of taps and presses, he can take it up or down Or replicate … Continue reading
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