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  • Epistemological Problems

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    communication, desire, erato, eros, love, perspective, poetry, sonnets, ways of knowing
    he was uncertain he told himself
    between what he thought she knew
    and what she did which judging by
    her reply was little if any at all
    for he was obscure enough
    in his slow unfolding toward her
    coupled with the patience required
    of her much less the decryption skills
    once all the hints and deflections
    were finally cobbled together
    made understanding what was
    said problematic at best especially
    since his narrative desires were
    tangled within his uncertainty

    (December 19, 2016)

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  • mimesis

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    abstract, erato, identity formation, poetry, sonnets
    No mirror to a truth,
    I hold out these words
    to you, whose laugh devastates
    any attempt at closure;
    no reason left to believe
    that salvation will arrive,
    waving glittered blue fans
    beneath tumultuous balloons;
    no grace exists beneath insult
    layered into my bones
    with the fine-toothed precision
    of jackals cracking jokes;
    no hope for some other
    to shape itself into me.

    (December 18, 2016)

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  • Like

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    abstract, definition, language, metaphor, poetry, ways of knowing
    I like—
    a metaphor?
    of course, I like
    as well
    an affection,
    an affectation.
    a difference
    between:
    this as this—
    like this:
    I like this,
    not that,
    difference.
    I like you,
    a simile—
    a difference, an affection
    like you.
    I like
    like
    you
    like
    the difference,
    and similarity.

    (December 14, 2016)

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  • Ground

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    abstract, chant, interpretation, poetry, truth, ways of knowing
    I stand
    I stand under
    I’m under
    I under stand
    I’m under, standing
    I am
    I am here
    I’m here
    I hear
    I’m here-ing
    on this ground
    below
    under
    below here
    here not there
    here is
    nothing
    nothing below
    there is nothing
    below here
    I’m here
    here I understand
    (December 14, 2016)

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  • status report

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    borders, dissatisfaction, life, poetry, sonnets, tension, tired, worn
    if I disappear
    as is my desire
    I would dissolve
    into air without
    even dust to dance
    in morning light
    yet I am here
    solid as clay
    a presence remote
    from my shapeless day
    an indecipherable lump
    clotting my throat
    with cold blood
    too dry to spit

    (December 13, 2016)

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  • A New Phase

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    attention, erato, haiku, love, moon series, poetry
    The moon’s a haiku
    tonight: a movement, yet, still
    there, like you to me.

    (December 12, 2016)

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  • Spider

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    metaphor, middle-age, poetry
    I wait
    too many patterns
    to negotiate
    across this gap
    between here
    and somewhere
    other— familiar
    tropes etched along
    darker rhythms
    which throb so
    beneath polite
    conversation
    I wait
    for the tremors
    to flow from these
    threads to prove this
    world I’ve created
    to be more
    than mad hope
    for some other
    way some other
    life to feed upon
    some answer
    to call my own
    I wait
    still as if waiting
    were answer enough
    for the cocooned
    questions left dangling
    in the patterns—
    husks I’ve eaten
    empty skins I’ve left
    like old suits
    frayed along the edges
    out of date
    and ill-fitting

    (December 10,  2016)

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  • Sidereal Intent

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    aging, broken, fate, lost, poetry, sonnets, worn
    I am a clutter of clichés,
    a rabbit scenting the wind,
    an unreliable narrator
    to my predicated life.
    I wait for the next syllable
    to fall without expectation,
    just fear for what I’ve become:
    a simple category to fill
    with a few sub-topics,
    mundane and predictable.
    Wondering what lies I have left
    to tell, I stutter about the truth,
    too uncomfortable to venture
    a glance at the road’s wreckage.
    (December 9, 2016)

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  • She Asks, He Answers

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    borders, change, communication, conversation, erato, liminal, love, poetry, sonnets, time, traces
    Knife tips slip
    thinly between
    veins and flesh.
    Somewhere here
    a voice speaks
    toward a fulcrum.
    He cannot move
    one to an other
    without self-mockery.
    He hears no
    resonant echo
    in her question.
    Somewhere here,
    he answers.

    (December 7, 2016)

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  • Stasis

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    life, liminal, memory, poetry, sonnets
    I have forgotten
    I am lost—
    it is familiar
    to be here,
    as if I knew where
    I am, and was comfortable.
    I’ve forgotten
    enough to know,
    yet not enough
    to piece together.
    Fear lingers on edges
    slipping closer
    with each new loss

    each new creation.
    (December 6, 2016)

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  • community

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    community, poetry

    a single bell chimes;
    the wind slips across the grass:
    we all resonate.

    (December 4, 2016)

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  • Ripple

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    community, interpretation, liminal, poetry, sonnets
    I prefer shadows,
    light’s darker part,
    dappling a slow afternoon
    through the trees.
    One can see easier
    from the shadows,
    than beneath light’s
    brighter glare.
    Like metaphor translates,
    clarity’s a contrast:
    more than this or this,
    more the leaf atremble.
    You, me, and what we see
    shadow the day’s ripple.

    (December 4, 2016)

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  • egg

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    abstract, change, erato, poetry, traces
    if I break myself open
    leave the language
    I speak to myself
    without thought
    without hesitation
    there is no atmosphere
    to burn layers away
    I fall and fall
    without definition
    without words
    open silent in love
    I am not a ghost
    in desperate need
    without hope
    without redemption
    poetry’s coy exchange
    folded  and tucked away
    here then again later
    extracted in disregard
    to what I’ve become

    (December 5, 2016)

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  • Case Study: Infatuation

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    erato, eros, interpretation, interrelationships, love, perspective, poetry, relationships, sonnets
    “an iterating mirage,
    the what for which we search.”
    Ann Lauterbach
    As rudiment to his desire,
    the why not the what or how,
    her laughter embeds
    along his strangled veins
    to justify the margins
    he’s inscribed within.
    Surreptitiously aghast
    at one’s perception,
    take note, like a child
    fingering a taste of frosting,
    how guilt and delight wrap,
    like fog or his myopia,
    around translucent elements

    orbiting his befuddled heart.

    (November 30, 2016)

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  • beyond speech’s first function

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    abstract, god, mythic, poetry

    as leaf’s tremble’s
    resonant in a gasp
    truth’s white noise
    rises from the page
    before us all
    cluttered into time

    (November 29, 2016)

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