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My Poetry and Commentary on Life

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  • Snapshot

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    attention, ekphrastic, fear, guilt, paradigms, patterns, poetry, response, worry

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    As laconic waves lap the shore,

    Children’s laughter catches the breeze;

    And seagulls’ cries pierce the sky.

     

    In the moment before it happens,

    No one notices the clouds overhead

    Casting shadows on the ground.

     

    Recently, I saw an old photograph—

    A typical summer beach scene:

    Two young blonde women lean over

     

    A railing in modest bathing suits.

    They look out over the crowded beach

    Toward the soft clouds on the horizon.

     

    Everyone seems happy. Everyone

    Exists in the moment, oblivious

    To the candid moment they are in.

     

    The caption reads: Germany, 1936.

    It could have been any day;

    It could have been today.

     

     

    *(historical note: Dachau opened in March, 1933)

     

     

    (October 15, 2018)

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  • Gretel Lost in the World (video)

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    poetry, spoken word, video
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  • Gretel Lost in the World

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    acceptance, context, fear, mythic, patriarchal, poetry, politics, power, response, social construction, ways of knowing, worry

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    no dragons burn and pillage

    even when lost in metaphorical

    forests. the children’s screams

    in the candy houses next door

    are real enough not to be just

    symbols in a jungian melodrama

    analyzed casually over a cup of tea.

    there are no stories to hide within.

    the steel-eyed king and queen

    handing down impartial justice

    never existed anymore than the gods

    who were used to justify raw power.

    Whereas the black-helmed men

    with polished shields and truncheons

    still freely move down city streets

    searching for someone else to kill.

    (October 12, 2018)

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  • Beg Prudence

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    abstract, fear, hubris, memory, poetry, sonnets, time

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    “go in fear of abstractions”

                            –Ezra Pound

     

    In evening’s corners,

    As Dark stalks the streets,

    Times’s serrated silences

    Gnaw even king’s bones,

    Content in the certitude

    Another mundane day has,

    Once again, passed unmolested

    Into Memory’s vague grasp.

     

    No need to fear, abstractions

    Are ubiquitous as starlings

    Murmuring along the eastern hills.

    They pulse and turn back on us

    Like cold-clotted blood,

    Until we can no longer breathe.

     

    (October 11,2018)

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  • Shape of Nothing

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    abstract, creativity, poetry

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    hands cupped beneath

    the water wait,

    like still bells hang

    about to sound

    the sky’s dark depths.

     

    spaces open

    where there were none

    like hope rising

    with a new moon

    above the trees.

     

    out of nothing

    a shape’s contained;

    out of nothing

    a world’s remade.

     

    (October 9, 2018)

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  • Mother

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    aging, family, interrelationships, memoir, perspective, poetry, sonnets, unspoken

     

    Not from any petulant resentment,

    Nor a lack of matriarchal love, but

    It does not bother me much now

    That mom died a decade ago.

    Worry distracted her and kept

    Her distant. She wanted me

    To be something she wanted

    To be, without regard for me.

    Her love, no doubt, was sincere,

    But was obligated, and entangled

    With obligations in return with

    A thousand hair-thin lines to untie.

    Like rags, I wring my hands, like her;

    And wish, like her, I was someone else.

    (October 8, 2018)

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  • Desire for Desire

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    assignment, audacity, choice, communication, desire, language, meaning, mythic, poetry, response, significance, sonnets, words

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    He pointed out the apple.

    She naively bit her lip, but

    not her tongue, and said

    Wouldn’t that be wrong?

     

    Who says what’s wrong,

    he said, then laughed.

    If one is good, and one

    bad simply in saying,

     

    should the word hold sin,

    or the one who speaks

    into division? Do words

    so stage our reactions,

     

    or are our words an apple

    offered up in innocence?

     

    (October 7, 2018)

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  • One of my Poems has been published

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    poetry

    shantih_journal_3-1_coverMy poem “Today’s Lesson” appears in Shantih Journal with many other fine writers. Check it out.

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  • October Night

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    beauty, change, haiku, imagism, poetry, time

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    The moon pulls a bit

    of infinite dark

    over her cold pale shoulder.

     

    (October 5, 2018)

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  • Where it Hurts

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    alone, assignment, communication, poetry, relationships

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    along all molecules’ edges

    and between the atoms’ swirls

     

    in the oxygenated blood

    slipping beneath the skin

     

    in all those words never said

    and in the silences we hid within

     

    (October 5, 2018)

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  • Improvisation

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    acceptance, control, life, poetry

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    at best—

    a bird flits

    across the yard

    with a divine grace

    from bush to tree top

    as if each wing-beat,

    dip, and glide

    were planned

     

    more likely— I wing

    each moment; in chaos

    I flail, arms akimbo—

    a cartoon character

    only cognizant as I fall

    slowly through clouds

    into a soft puff of dust

    that pocks the ground

     

    (October 4,2018)

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  • Palimpsest

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    abstract, aging, meaning, memory, poetry, worry

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    Ritualistically

    like fingers slide

    along rosary beads,

     

    I worry the minutes,

    feel the grain

    of the past,

     

    then shift between

    decades and days

    as if idly shuffling

     

    a tarot pack. I heft

    each moment’s density

    tasting the cold hours’

     

    iron passage

    like blood clots

    which slowly drop

     

    from bones

    strung across

    a killing floor.

     

    (October 3, 2018)

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  • inside a tattered web

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    aging, fate, literacy, loss, poetry, reading, time, tired, worn

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    I cannot focus too long

    anymore on text

    on the flow of sentences

    from page to page

    or often from word

    to word except for

    the sounds they make

    like small rocks clack

    agains a well’s wall

    before the ruffled splash

    absorbs what small

    meaning was left

    among the tightly

    criss-crossing ripples

     

    (September 29, 2018)

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  • tentative

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    broken, dissatisfaction, frustration, humility, middle-age, poetry, regret, sentence, transition

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    with no cautious

    humility

    to amend

     

    he steps lightly

    through his

    incompetence

     

    as if there

    were

    some place safe

     

    where he could

    escape who

    he has become

     

    (September 29, 2018)

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  • Interlinear Ghost

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    abstract, borders, end, erato, loss, love, poetry, relationships, silence, sonnets, unspoken

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    Am I here?

    Can you hear me

    anymore?

     

    I am no answer

    to your questions,

    implied, or stated.

     

    Is this what’s left–

    to fade in and out

    like a side-show ghost?

     

    Am I here

    scratching inside

    the house’s walls,

     

    like a rat

    slowly dying?

     

    (September 27, 2018)

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