Brown tinges on green
grass like light dancing on wind;
I’m no longer young.
(October 9, 2019)
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Up Before Dawn
by
The house’s silence
echoes the darkness outside.
A wind chime rings once.
(October 8, 2019)
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Pentecostal
A dove descended
to peck out my tongue;
I gargled the names of god,
and spit blood flecks,
like splatters of ink,
into my broken hands.
I read without words-
the nuance in gestures,
rippled patterns on a lake.
Oblivious to the obvious
writings on the wall, and
without hope of redemption,
I mouthed my prayers
to any statues I came near.
(October 7, 2019)
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Braille
by
I read without words
the nuance in a gesture;
her fingers touched mine.
(October 7, 2019)
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Oblations
I made her breakfast:
cheese, bread, and a sliced red pear–
what love can offer.
(October 6, 2019)
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Occlude
by
Again the moon hides,
a sliver slips between the clouds–
I have no intent.
(October 5, 2019)
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Negative Space
I don’t want to be
just another Ramone’s song,
nor what I am not.
(October 4, 2019)
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Again and Again
by
1.
Another day breaks;
happiness is an old myth.
There is no laughter.
2.
I wake to the dark,
drink black coffee in the dark;
today is a day.
(October 2, 2019)
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Prey
Since I am
no snake
sloughing skin,
I hide my scars
in an imagined other.
Not the obvious,
oblivious sheep,
but one more wary,
who waits
along the edge
knowing fear,
knowing
like rabbits:
one step left,
one step right,
without calculation,
equals death;
and any
volition ends
with a quick flutter
of feathers,
and the talon’s
sharp pang
lifting one
toward heaven
like a song.
(October 1, 2019)
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This Day Today
“same as it ever was”
David Byrne
Less time waits ahead
than has been left behind.
I enter the last third
of my life as if entering
a room in a familiar
house. Lasts will out pace
firsts, until the last breath
sighs into the stale air,
the last heart beat falters
to finish the room’s silence
like the last furtive shadows
flee an early morning sun.
Still, this day is my day,
until it is not, and I move on.
(September 30, 2019)
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Ink Blot
by
What is here is there
only when it is here now–
the pen on the page
(September 30, 2019)
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The Eternal Now
by
Sunday afternoon,
drinking beer with an old friend,
memoir’s lost chapters
(September 29, 2019)
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Still Presence
One water drop falls–
ignore the expanding edge,
hold to the center.
(September 28, 2019)
