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Category Archives: Literature
Lessons from a master 1
Basho Spring passes and the birds cry out – tears in the eyes of fishes Me Where summer walked oaks stand naked over crusted rivulets
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Prayer Written during President’s State of the Union Address
Okay, I know You’re around. No need for me to worry or to seek or to sing psalms. You’re around. Don’t get all poetic on me about You being reflected in everything I see. Or that You dwell in every … Continue reading
Stay tuned….
I’m working on the final draft of my first book. Crowds are waiting for release: I’m working as fast as I can.
What Is New to Me Now, at 68
(Annual Greenfield Word Festival 2016) . What is new to me now, (don’t bother me with cell phones, legalized weed), . What is new to me now is constant war with no intervals of peace, What is new to me … Continue reading
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The News I Fear
Slugs are not much loved. Maybe God loves slugs, But who knows? .. One day in the garden, no slugs. Next day, slugs. .. The invisible destroyer becomes solid, Well, almost solid; It’s a slug. .. Rare is the animal … Continue reading
Time Does Not Repeat Itself
Oh no, time does not repeat itself, It spirals, perhaps, one turn reverberating on the others, But time does not repeat. Nature’s variation is endless, Orderly, yet endless. Everything done will be undone. Everything undone waits for … Continue reading
The Wound
Rupture breaks through the skin, Bleeds, leaves a gash, cools. Comes to rest. On my back the cooled flow Creates a ridge, a gap. I watch the searing glow solidify, A map of its path across flesh. I scratch the … Continue reading
What It Is
What a Tree Is “Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there….” Yeats Nothing is just what it is. Look at that tree. See centuries of meaning on its bark, Put there by poets since cave … Continue reading
The Bridge in the Woodland
It came out of nowhere, that bridge, A rusted anomaly in trees that had devoured the fields before Metal bridges began. . Along we come, A rusty Bondo-ed auto that should be a memory, but Lives beyond its time. . … Continue reading
Sounds of the Sun
Trembling below hearing, we would notice only if it stopped. Startled, we would stop, naked of the sound we wear as skin. Throbbing like the heart of someone we love far away. Low mountains of sound vibrate against the snow. … Continue reading
