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My Poetry and Commentary on Life

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  • dark absence beyond life

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    abstract, death, life, poetry
    heaven forbids so much of life
    provides no answers beyond
    dictum to assuage the absence
    which looms ahead in the dark
    there is so little of us beyond
    memory to fill the absence
    of certainty with a shadowy dark
    as if our thoughts were our life
    instead of a clotting absence
    we use to staunch the dark
    from opening like flowers into a life
    which flows through us and beyond
    into the constant unfolding dark
    which could become a joyous life
    despite our fear of what lies beyond
    our insignificant absence
    the dark absence beyond life
    a life beyond absence’s dark

    (June 17, 2015)

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  • you were rain

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    change, erato, poetry, transition

    the stark air
    dries the skin
    until it cracks
    like eggshells
    edges crumble
    vaguely into sand
    along lines
    never defined
    I want you
    like me to be
    someone else
    somewhere else
    wet and tangled
    within a kiss
    but there’s nowhere
    other than here
    too many strings tied
    into too many knots
    I cannot unravel
    myself into you
    memory’s parched
    remnants shimmer
    these mirages
    into dust

    (June 11, 2015)

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  • Abstract #4: Borealis

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    abstract, chance, change, fear, happiness, poetry
    “What matters most in certain situations is to curb euphoria in time.”
    –Rene Char
    As when the sun bends
    laconically over the horizon
    pulsing auras throughout
    the arctic sky
    before being absorbed
    into the infinite night,
    the thrum of fear
    furs the skin
    with an ecstatic edge
    as a final caution
    against the possibility
    of death, which euphoria
    contends cannot be:
    happiness dulls the wary
    eye to pain, allows
    delusion to drape
    ignorance in wide swaths
    across vision’s field,
    until everything seen
    dissolves into tears.
    (June 8, 2015)

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  • Dream Journal #22: Life’s Presents

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    aging, attention, clarity, dream, happiness, life, poetry, process, traces, transition, ways of knowing
    “Ride life straight to perfect laughter”
    –Charles Bukowski
    in another room
    not this one
    lisa’s birth cries
    flow like arias
    into the night
    one midwife reads
    a medical text
    at the kitchen table
    I should be worried
    but I’m not
    presently donna arrives
    late but expected
    with a bottle of wine
    and a half-empty calendar
    of Li Po poems
    we laugh and hug
    as she pours a glass
    it slips like time
    through her fingers
    shards of glass and wine
    flow red across the floor
    and I wake as much
    as any of us ever can
    twenty years late
    into a different house
    with a delicacy like glass
    I pick up bits of dream
    and try to write it all
    before I slip further away
    into the day’s current
    present tense
    and can no longer
    separate what happens now
    from what happens then
    or one dream into another

    (June 7, 2015)

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  • the silence after

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    breach, change, communication, love, poetry, transition
    My heart’s arteries
    entangle my tongue,
    puppet strings to pull
    a curled locution
    from the deceptive air.
    I’m unsure what to say
    that can remain mine:
    what agency am I allowed
    within joy’s paradox?
    Yet another clichéd trope
    offers only clichéd
    responses as sacrifice
    to unsought desire.
    Words can no more
    serve as an arbiter
    to a languishing love
    than broken plates
    scattered on the floor.
    (June 7, 2015)

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  • Abstract 3: Silt

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    change, poetry, traces
    in this dry hour
    seconds crumble
    and flake
    neither arriving
    nor parting
    as is their wont
    but hang
    like dark lures
    spinning along
    surface waters
    without time
    within eternity’s
    broken clocks
    waiting for nothing
    to occur
    (May 28, 2015)

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  • optimistic

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    happiness, hope, life, love, poetry
    build it up with what’s at hand
    and the kid next desk over will
    laugh and call you a stupid fool
    stupid fool to find love in life full
    with sneers and derisive smiles
    stupid fool to give a damn today
    when again tomorrow you’ll rise
    with your heart to sing the day
    only to be bludgeoned and mocked
    for daring happiness to burn here
    in plain sight where any fool can
    huddle near its viral warmth
    (May 27, 2015)

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  • read this, O muse

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    communication, erato, happiness, hope, love, poetry, writing
    my voice within
    your voice:
    your eye opens
    my patterned words,
    allowing a semblance
    of me with you
    within interpretation’s
    flux, the absence
    between the strings
    of a net drawing
    through our hearts.

    (May 23, 2015)

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  • Remembering a Dream Memory

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    aging, change, dream, existential angst, poetry, silence
    violent threats lurked
    vague yet immanent
    the thickened air
    stalked the horizon
    to the north
    dressed in an other’s
    belief like rags
    trailing to the floor
    voiceless tongue
    excised and eaten
    a baby bird’s open
    mouth longing
    for mother’s kiss
    echoes the millennial
    desire for life
    and then greed
    led by gluttony
    clogs the heart’s
    arteries and we
    swallow ourselves

    (May 22, 2015)

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  • Abstract 2

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    chance, control, existential angst, interrelationships, poetry, relationships, traces, ways of knowing
    In this photograph, if it were
    a photograph, I am a half-formed
    smudge in the lower left hand
    corner. The room encompassed
    moves askew toward a darkened
    point of view despite the flash
    reflected in a mirror vaguely
    fixed in the background blurring
    most of the center right with light
    splayed like a stock knife thrust
    toward the heart. You are there
    as well, somewhere, laughing
    against the onslaught of it all.

    (May 19, 2015)

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  • Abstract 1

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    attention, change, life, liminal, poetry, transition
    as broken teeth dripping blood
    against the curb become another
    cliché bending doubt’s shackles
    tightly around the difference
    between belief and word
    desire in its primal motion
    carves a patterned grace
    like morning frost etches glass
    defining beneath lace work lines
    the distance between us all

    (May 19, 2015)

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  • undone

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    erato, interrelationships, poetry, sonnets
    She asks questions
    to show a concern
    she does not feel:
    from each word
    she speaks to him,
    threads trail
    like frayed silk
    dissembling
    through to skin.
    He shivers bone deep
    as shadows pulse
    through his heart.
    Despite her complicity,
    he cannot let her go.

    (May 18, 2015)

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  • the psychology of superstition

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    acceptance, life, poetry
    Where does it go?
    this thought;
    this recrimination?
    The need to believe;
    to absolve oneself;
    is that enough?
    In the vast maw,
    the devouring night,
    I am erased.
    Nothing is mine,
    Nothing my cause.
    Nothing believes in me.
    As so should I.
    As so should I.
    As so should I.

    (May 13, 2015)

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  • a silent space

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    acceptance, clarity, fragments, poetry, silence, ways of knowing
    I exist within
                an ellipsis
    three stepping stones
                across a pond
    a path a pause an emptiness
    a last unaspirated breath

    (May 12, 2015)

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  • into the unknown

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    acceptance, clarity, life, poetry, process, sonnets, ways of knowing
    what we take for wisdom
    as wisdom becomes chains
    lost in memory as need
    a desire for the other
    opened like a wound
    the stigmata of the lotus
    a corollary caution
    to cause a pause
    at the consummation
    unwanted and unfulfilled
    too often unremarked
    yet we still must wake
    wondering what we know
    if we even do or can

    (May 10, 2015)

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