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My Poetry and Commentary on Life

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  • Flotsam

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    dissatisfaction, existential angst, liminal, poetry
    The ocean pulverizes
    the shore calmly
    into submissive
    waves of sand.
    What resistance
    do I have
    to offer
    beyond the fractal
    pulse
    of these words?
    I wonder and wander
    about and between
    my head and heart,
    surveying bits of love
    with a gull’s cocked eye
    as she hovers atop
    her plunge
    in an apogee
    of commitment
    before being engulfed
    into the wave’s
    watery dark.

    (August 28, 2014)

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  • Thresholds

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    borders, definition, existential angst, poetry, sonnets
    Yet another room to enter or not,
    to take on the aspects of these walls
    as my own concurrent edges.
    A hermit crab scuttles about
    the shore searching for a different shell
    to transgress its tighter boundaries;
    the similarities of space and place
    belie the tangential differences
    which skew the narrative away.
    Such are the currents to the day:
    I drift along the surface of my thought
    while being pulled farther out to sea.
    Each moment unfolds yet another
    cloak to drape my emptiness within.

    (August 27, 2014)

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  • Elective Surgery

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    erato, eros, loss, poetry, power
    Without thought
    he hands her the knife
    knowing the lie
    glistening in the dark;
    the cold kiss
    of each word’s
    sharp demarcation
    as it’s tongued
    across his throat
    cuts
    a wet rose
    from his heart.

    (August 22, 2014)

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  • without cause

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    existential angst, fear, poetry
    Anxiety claws
    into my chest
    as grass
    sends runners
    quickly across
    the earth; root
    tendrils thirst
    between grains
    of dirt like schools
    of fish fleeing
    the shark’s slash.

    (August 21, 2014)

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  • double exposure

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    communication, erato, eros, poetry, response
    shadow sifts upon shadow
    transient bits of light
    flicker between the two
    like morse code taps
    on prison house walls
    are you there
    listening in the dark
    or do I hear
    my echo’s emptiness
    returning what
    I wish to hear
    come to me
    with your song
    a slow exhale
    focused and clear
    so I can play
    my fingers
    across your lips
    like a blindman
    reading braille
    able to see
    which words
    are yours
    and which
    are mine

    (August 21, 2014)

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  • upon misreading her poetry

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    erato, eros, interpretation, poetry, response
    he imagined himself in the soft
    lines of her voice as they rose
    from her poem sleeplessly
    briefly yielding before her charm
    like a bird fluttering before glass
    he sensed a distant heart’s path
    then turned  before he crashed

    (August 20, 2014)

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  • an empty space

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    erato, eros, memory, poetry
    He stands
    in a doorless
    entry
    about to leave;
    traces of her desires,
    like memory,
    pull gently
    on the reins
    leading him back.

    (August 20, 2014)

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  • In the Blood

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    life, metaphor, poetics, poetry, writing
    I write so I don’t
    drink as much. Instead
    I chase my darker days,
    like a baying hound
    calling his blood lusts
    from ridge tops in the dark
    finally trapping the feral beasts
    in trees or  dry gullies,
    to ask violent questions
    of answers I do not want,
    rather than drowning myself
    like a desperate rat,
    in pity and bad bourbon.
    (August 16, 2014)

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  • whither

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    doubt, happiness, life, meaning, poetry, tension
    the wind ruffled
    the sycamore’s leaves
    with laughter
    as he wandered
    toward a wood
    once again
    not fear
    of death but life
    strangled him
    entangled his breath
    in hacking spasms
    until his words
    caught against
    his ribs
    like birds
    broken
    between wires
    of an ornate cage
    not so much
    a struggle
    against something
    as sacrificed
    into wind
    (August 15, 2014)

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  • at once

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    clarity, definition, fragments, poetry
    as we move
    through spaces
    our faces part
    the air as whales
    breach the sea
    into cooler air
    emergent and ill-conceived
    a divined trust of images
    simultaneously
    shattered and fused
    then reflected back in time
    until we think we know
    the faces floating
    upon the still pond
    as one which is true

    (August 14, 2014)

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  • Isolation

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    poetry, silence, traces

    without direction
    I am bound
    within a dark room
    by non-existent chains
    I sit cornered
    behind walls
    built by heart
    beyond the reach
    of the light
    flowing through
    an open door
    like a glacier
    in slow retreat
    clawing the earth’s face
    until I bleed silence
    Can you hear the ice
    break then fall
    into the forgetful
    and forgiving sea
    (August 14, 2014)

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  • Muse’s Tease

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    erato, poetics, poetry, writing

    thought evaporates
    without water’s
    ecstatic kiss
    as it hits
    a griddle
    with a hiss
    more like maenads’
    soft feet dancing
    away leaving
    you again
    to die
    upon
    the frenzied
    sand
    (August 12, 2014)

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  • into the breach

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    acceptance, fear, happiness, life, liminal, paradigm shifts, storytelling, teaching, ways of knowing
    What fear lies at the cave’s mouth?
    Which story should you take on?
    There is not time to separate
    one iteration from another,
    the dancer from the fire.
    Who you think you are
    is who you are: a prism fractures
    light back into the dark.

    (August 12, 2014)

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  • I Try to Write Everyday

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    acceptance, poetics, poetry, process, writing
    some days
    the words skip
    like sparrows
    over dust
    lightly forgetting
    to touch ground

    (August 11, 2014)

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  • interstices

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    clarity, erato, eros, life, love, poetry, romance
    I come for you;
    you come for me:
    at an axis,
    a still point,
    a map point,
    we meet;
    come together
    in a kiss.
    (August 10, 2014)

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