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My Poetry and Commentary on Life

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  • be now

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    happiness, metaphor, poetry, silence
    “I reach
    for a silence almost present
    elusive among my heartbeats”
                  –Denise Levertov
    to glide
                from branch to branch
    as all the forest
    waits
    for the earth
    to exhale
                before desire
                            ignites
    the next pulse
                            to thrum blood
                                        along the veins
                            yet again
    to hold clean
                life without struggle
                            the ecstatic leap
                before panic windmills
                            desperate arms
    to pause
                before
                            this
    next
    kiss

    (April 3, 2014)

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  • Every Echo Has Its Source

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    conversation, dream, existential angst, fear, fragments, life, liminal, poetry, traces, ways of knowing
    day’s conversations
    become night’s harpies
    fluttering sharp claws
    between fitful dreams
    inciting breaches
    within beliefs
    to form a newer day
    in the simple meanings
    between hello
    and good-bye

    (April 1, 2014)

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  • Self-Erasure

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    fragments, identity formation, life, poetry, traces
    All my faces blur;
    smudged charcoal drawings demure

    on the artist’s floor.

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  • tongue lashed

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    borders, control, conversation, definition, language, life, poetry
    whatever I say you will
    define me as you will
    so do not bother
    to ask me
    for the bindings
    you provide
    for permission
    to enslave me
    for me to speak
    your words
    as if 
    I believe
    the lines
    you draw
    are real
    (March 30, 2014)

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  • irrational fraction

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    borders, dissatisfaction, eros, poetry, process
    always something
    beyond beckons
    but to what
    to where
    for what purpose
    am I abstracted
    always a separation
    from the world
    as if I am
    not enough
    as if I am
    not whole
    always a step
    away from
    completion
    always a fraction
    more before
    the circle seals

    (March 28, 2014)

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  • you meant something

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    communication, conversation, language, life, meaning, obsessions, poetry, social construction, sonnets, traces, ways of knowing
     “but we long beyond them
    for what is unseen”
            —W.S. Merwin

    why do we believe in words
    when they lie by their existence
    they are not what they say
    but hint of shadows behind
    shadows reflecting some other
    which is no where in the sound
    beyond what we hoped to mention
    before we stood together and spoke
    and what remains in the silence
    absent the memory of words
    often is not enough to sustain
    us in our desiccated lives
    so we return through mumbled hellos
    to a comfortable habit within our talk

    (March 27, 2014)

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  • Wishes’ Consequence

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    acceptance, control, happiness, poetry
    If I could force the river
    from its course and drive
    away tears’ inevitable
    flood back into the sea;
    if I could change the pattern
    of the wheeling stars
    reconnect the diverse
    constellations of my life,
    then would satisfaction weave
    itself about me like a spiders’
    cocoon to be packed away for later ;
    then would I be content to swing
    like a hammock back and forth

    sleepy beneath the waning moon?
    (March 26, 2014)

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  • without reason’s sins

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    metaphor, poetry, thinking, ways of knowing
    thought is an image I will
    pursue toward emergent clarity
    free from Reason’s cold sins
    where meaning’s ambiguity ripens
    sense flows like a spring from stone
    with a spasmodic grace across
    the face of the world not simply
    from structured steps rationing
    prescribed allotments to hold us
    close within some elegant number
    Instead I trust enough to follow
    words wherever they wish to go
    like butterflies across a field
    of flowers dancing in the wind

    (March 25, 2014)

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  • All the King’s Horses

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    acceptance, fragments, hubris, metaphor, poetry, process
    like an offering
    to some absent god
    I hold out to you
    within my arthritic hands
    all my sundry fragments
    from the wreckage
    scattered about this broken wall

    (March 23, 2014)

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  • Despondence

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    dissatisfaction, identity formation, poetry
    I worry my day
    like rags wrung through broken hands;
    nothing much remains.

    (March 20, 2014)

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  • Love is a Constant

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    erato, eros, love, poetics, poetry, romance, writing
    Always I write
    toward someone
    like my hand
    brushing
    a strand
    of hair
    from your face
    as I bend
    into your kiss:
    yesterday,
    as today
    it is you;
    as tomorrow,
    it shall be
    yet again.

    (March 19, 2014)

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  • early studies in liminal space

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    borders, children, control, liminal, metaphor, poetry, ways of knowing
    before entering school as a child I would
    listen to the thick sound move through water
    I would hold my life’s breath at the bottom
    of the pool far longer than I should have
    feeling the edges of my existence
    before pushing off the floor violently
    breeching the surface into summer sun
    gulping at the air in gigantic gasps
    breathing the world like a baby’s first cry
    (March 18, 2014)

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  • prey

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    control, fate, fear, metaphor, poetry, traces
    fear swallows me:
    the slow pulse
    undulates like tides
    pulling me deeper
    within its coils
    for days upon weeks,
    until there only remains
    broken bones scattered
    upon the ground.

    (March 17, 2014)

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  • mendicant’s cold eye

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    Arcana, dissatisfaction, fate, life, metaphor, poetry
    one becomes inured
    to the blood spatters
    across the floor
    best to see plain
    without care’s risk
    to clot one’s vision
    strip away emotion
    as if peeling tissue
    from broken bone
    to see with clarity
    the oblivious truth
    which hangs like flesh
    from carnal house walls
    its ubiquitous taint
    thickening the air
    until every breath
    tangs with blood’s
    metallic fears

    (from a work in progress, “Arcana,” Queenswords, March 16, 2014)

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  • question, my muse

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    Arcana, audacity, desire, erato, eros, hope, love, metaphor, obsessions, poetry, romance, tarot
    if you knew
    I wrote poems
    to you
    as I have
    for years
    would you take me
    to your bed
    and let me
    sing my songs
    to you
    throughout the night
    or would you
    laugh
    at my lines
    and walk away
    without so much
    as a quick goodbye
    (from a work in progress: “Arcana,” IIcups, March 15, 2014)

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