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My Poetry and Commentary on Life

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  • Break

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    acceptance, life, love, poetry
    across the floor
    splintered
    like laughter
    glass shimmers
    refracted
    light between
    bits of pooled
    blood
    the bedroom
    mirror no
    longer hugs
    tightly against
    the wall we
    so precisely
    hung
    it upon
    silence plays
    between
    our hands
    as we pick
    the smallest
    shards of what
    remains without
    reflection

    (November 17, 2013)

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  • secondary space

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    acceptance, fragments, poetry
    the morning light
    exacerbates
    the blind white
    of our walls
    like desert sands
    swallowing swathes

    of verdant lands
    (November 17, 2013)

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  • in touch

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    communication, life, love, obsessions, poetry, romance
    still
    you touch
    my arm
    then touch
    again
    I turn
    and touch
    your lips
    with mine
    you touch
    my tongue
    to taste
    my kiss
    I touch
    your hip
    then slip
    between
    to touch
    you deep
    and then
    again
    until
    we seem
    to touch
    and tilt
    then tip
    over
    the top
    toward each
    other as
    we reach
    for a hand
    to hold
    to clutch
    as yet
    again
    we fall
    back
    in love
    in touch

    (November 17, 2013)

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  • Third Space

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    poetry, silence
    the space I am
    constricts my throat
    like a noose about
    a convict’s neck
    no room to speak
    so silence hangs
    without a voice

    (November 14, 2013)

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  • 61. Inner Truth

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    conversation, early work, hope, i ching, traces, writing
    January 2, 1995 
    Long discussions with pigs
    and fish; laughter scatters
    the way.  The poem
    grows within me; wind
    shimmers a lake with light.

    I open a door and stand aside.

    (from “My Book of Changes,” 1994-1995)

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  • a space

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    life, poetry, writing
    an empty room
    waits like walls
    for explanations
    definition’s frame
    to display and hang
    upon a twisted wire

    fragments of us all
    (november 15, 2013)

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  • (of complexity)

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    found, interpretation, life, obsessions, poetry, traces, ways of knowing


    of complexity
    systems,
    , as holistic
    treats life
    natural computation
    approach translates
    complexity
    as chaos
    help us to
    nests
    routines
    to work, and why
    day phenomena
    the most basic
    through the vast
    ships of the earth’s
    life
    understanding

    around us,


    (from “primogenitive folly,” August 2001-April 2003)

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  • 18: Identity

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    Arcana, identity formation, poetry, sonnets, tarot, traces
    What lunatic spends nights
    writing poems to people who
    exist only in imagination?
    Not that they are not real- –
    the people are, like Blake’s angels,
    very much of flesh and blood – –
    conglomerations of desires
    of what he wished to say
    but could not say – – then
    swirled with all other’s words
    he’s wound within his day,
    ‘til he’s howling at the moon:
    A song I sing out of tune
    to create my me and you

    (from a work in progress: “Arcana,” November 14, 2013)

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  • 17: Thales: All is Water

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    acceptance, Arcana, community, haiku, interpretation, tarot, traces

    I, too, am water,
    absorbed into the dry earth.
    What more can I give?

    (from a work in progress: “Arcana,” November 13, 2013)

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  • 16: hubris babble

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    Arcana, audacity, hope, hubris, irony, poetry, tarot
    “You built your tower strong and tall
    Can’t you see it’s got to fall some day”
                               –Townes Van Zant
    Lightning’s flash and crack
    against stone portends a fall.
    Atop a promontory crag,
    I’m lost in my storm surge;
    the sea waves clash about me
    like arabesques of smoke
    rising above a funereal pyre:
    my pyre—so even amidst my destruction,
    I cling like drowning sailors to my hubris
    in hope I can save something of myself.

    (from a work in progress: “Arcana,” November 12, 2013)

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  • 15: control’s temptations

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    Arcana, desire, fear, interpretation, life, poetry, tarot
    I worry being
    controlled and
    predicated
    by my clichés
    and desires           
    as much as by
    the whispered
    fears of others
    it would be easy
    to submit
    to the passion
    to stop the self-
    evisceration
    and trouble
    myself no more
    with doubts
    and questions
    but I would
    rather dance
    precariously
    along a wire
    each step mine
    and only mine
    bloodied and maimed
    than chained
    to the hedonistic
    whims of comfort
    or hollow fame
    (from a work in progress: “Arcana,” November 11, 2013)

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  • 14: inaction

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    acceptance, Arcana, interpretation, poetics, poetry, relationships, tarot, ways of knowing
    water stills
    Lao Tzu wrote
    without you
    close your eyes
    wait without
    watching the water
    or counting the seconds
    before she returns
    your kiss

    (from a work in progress: “Arcana,” November 11, 2013)

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  • 13: door

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    acceptance, Arcana, fate, interpretation, life, liminal, tarot
    the breathed sigh
    seems
    to remain
    your mouth
    hangs
    slack
    as in awe
    and then
    you’re not
    like an opening
    an absence
    through a wall
    an allowed moment
    a movement
    a second-hand tick
    from or toward
    but not here
     anymore

    (from a work in progress: “Arcana,” November 11, 2013)

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  • 12: Runes in the Ruins

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    Arcana, dissatisfaction, interpretation, literacy, poetry, tarot

    he hangs
    his head
    above
    the book
    eyes
    without
    glasses
    close
    to the page
    in the dim
    light so
    he may
    see
    a world
    beneath
    a world
    like roots
    burrowing
    through pain
    to the center
    of all being

    (from a work in progress: “Arcana,” November 10, 2013)

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  • 11: with all equanimity

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    acceptance, Arcana, fate, hermenutics, interpretation, liminal, mythic, poetry, tarot, traces
    as if any given can be divined
    as to its true justification
    yes no yes no yes separated until
    the true binary collapses to one
    which is squarely seen to be no
    more than what is said to be
    stripped clean of any tacit
    obligations to more than now
    without causality’s shades clouding
    stark judgment’s clear sight
    as she lays her lidless eyes upon my life
    then turns upon the detritus
    to make similar claims upon it all
    (from a work in progress: “Arcana,” November 10, 2013)

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