Where I live
rivers rise
overwhelm
while rain presses
falling
calling
Be one with us
Be not dry.
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To Whoever Corrects Current and Previous Addresses (true prose poem)
I have been cursed with a curse! You see, I found the rotten corpse of a horse that presumably floated across the Pacific Ocean from Japan on the beach a few days ago. I took a picture of it’s decomposing skin and pulled 2 teeth from its decrepit mouth (which required much effort to sever the fibrous flesh rooting the teeth to mandible; I had to use a sharp drift-wood-stick to cut the sinewy strands). [Read More]
Casa de la Paz
Por favor, tres a poniente
Y, camino de la luz.
The whale whisperer would
Like to be taken to
Casa de la Paz.
Art Show
Pick a medium, any medium.
Shuffle it with streamlined themes
and magic random thoughts.
Cut it, quick, whoever you are.
Now hide it from the pros
who’ve done every dream.
It’s a lot of work
It’s a lot of work
coming Home
retreading
previous paths
turning
at some fateful moment
back
to the by ways of our
Birth [Read More]
For Farah’s mom (whom I haven’t met)
I met your daughter the other day,
New friend to my Willa,
At a gathering for new college students.
Our girl will be far away.
Your Farah is farther from you.
Outside the Nehalem public restrooms
Clutched walking sticks kicked from the
Tourist gait, all in gloomy imagination:
Faces
(Now imagine rage)
Laid onto discarded receipts for the
Chocolate chip cookie becoming the
Gravel chipped cheek
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Three Poems
Feathers did not evolve for flight
as every chicken knows, flight
came to be from feathers– the
archaeologists have clearly shown. And
the chicken, they did conclude at last,
first burst from the egg; much later
she found and crossed her road.
The Upper Right Edge
There are some parts of the world
Where writing begins at the upper right edge
For those who know how to write.
My Poetry Refuses Words Today
We meet
only in the humming of the wind in my ears
the smell of winter fog
and the contours of a face,
ever changing with my changing thoughts.
My poetry refuses words today.
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