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to the flowers of the forest


I’ve confronted death before
or was it vice versa
I do not recall

I remember being unafraid
and to the trees surrounding me
I said you will be my witness

then the north wind did blow
aiding me to my feet
and it was at that moment
I began to understand
the silence of the woods

the heart never truly heals
it simply seeks to regenerate
like the flora of the forest




november two thousand twenty
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the standing dead


they may be dead by definition
but on all other terms
provide growth opportunities
for termites & beatles & ants
molds & mildews & mushrooms

the attraction is powerful
creatures with or without wings
drilling & boring & hammering
building new homes from scratch
or renovating abandoned ones

grey ghosts now centuries old
skyscrapers taller than ever
actively contributing
to the smorgasbord of life
perhaps more vital than before




november two thousand twenty
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Side by side


So it’s come to this
the will versus the way
your mind can’t possibly
comprehend
though you’re dying to know

[it’s not difficult
harnessing a dragonfly
you merely need a reason
and the will]

Please be mindful
everything is repetitive
call it circles or cycles
the natural circumstance
of all ordinary things

But the flesh is not ordinary
and once removed
exposes the slightest of flaws
each turned back into the earth
alongside the easter lilies




november two thousand twenty
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coming down from the high


it’s a few minutes past november
and already I’m bracing for the calm

at some point I won’t be able to speak
the obvious truth
having already crossed the golden bridge
standing & waiting on the other side

in the meanwhile I continue my research
attempting to prognosticate
(with a little help from la niña)
how this very november
will be remembered
long after the first day or spring




november two thousand twenty
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darker half


at this very moment
it’s a new day
the last october sun
completely below the horizon
giving way to the harvest moon
swiftly rising in the east

high winds play havoc
with anything with wings
forcing cirrus clouds
to come & go easily
pushing & pulling them
past the bodies of the sky

anything’s possible
over the next twenty-four
dawn turning to dusk
a reminder of what once shined
is now buried in the earth
at least until the equinox




october two thousand twenty
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death by night & day


there’s a storm in the offing
eying to replace the warm november sun
stone cold vengeance slowly moving in

spring long gone & summer faded
what wickedness comes this way
unstoppable death fast approaching

hunker down but remain vigilant
fear not the influence of faraway stars
steering you artfully well into february




october two thousand twenty
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mountain pass


the air is dry but the ground is wet
it’s that time of year small changes
begin to quietly accumulate

as you rummage through the
remnants of autumns past
you swipe through abandoned cobwebs
absolving them into nothingness
using only the palms of your hands

artificial light reflecting off your eyes
you unknowingly digress in time
ancient secrets like recent memories




october two thousand twenty
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three weeks after


the season is quickly changing
and most of the houses
are dark by 8pm

it’s hard to say how many
are abandoned
voluntarily or otherwise

the streets are littered with what
the winds left behind
there’s hardly any room
for any kind of truck to pass through

the smell of mixed wood abounds
whether freshly cut
or burning miles away
hundreds of wood chip pyramids
magically appear overnight

the carnival was supposed to be in town
(a fresh change from
all the other outsiders)
but it was abruptly cancelled
just like everything else




august two thousand twenty
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inside the eye of the storm


make-believe people ask me
what was I thinking
when everything went down

I just smile like an idiot
having never been blown away
by such a bout of reality

if I was thinking I’d probably
have done things differently
maybe pretend I was a reporter
jotting down some notes
or voice recording objectively
what it was I was witnessing

instead I found myself swirling
inside the eye of the storm
past & present souls gathering
aiding & abetting my inner strength




august two thousand twenty
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wishing upon a star


we’d become separated by no fault of our own
unable to remember if it was due to gunfire
or mother nature herself

out back the horses are long gone
having escaped before the doors swung shut
galloping faster than the wind
their hooves barely touching the ground

from what I’ve learned things may never die down
& those stars shining ever brighter
will one night once again be wished upon




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august two thousand twenty
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fueling the fire of creation


we carved him out of an old cedar
all that remained that is
all eight feet tall of him

we kept his arms by his sides
& his chin slightly lifted
his abandoned eyes looking westward
forever waiting for the seven o’clock sun

as we worked together diligently
using chainsaws & assorted knives
the children scrambled feverishly
around his root-like feet
crafting creatures out of clay

after nightfall the squirrels & sparrows
rabbits & foxes & owls & porcupines
[just to name a few]
burned inside the oven of creation
the cedar stretching ever taller
toward a night sky that has no end




august two thousand twenty
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rapid eye movement


hummingbirds come & go
I tell myself the sugar water
must still be good

imitating by way of blinking
I stay paralyzed in my chair
unable to replenish the nectar
even if I wanted to

I see them in the corner of my eye
and they in mine
neither of us questioning
how much more of the world
there is left to see




july two thousand twenty
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unchanging are the winds


besides clouds & butterflies
and pollination & sweet summer smells
there’s something else in the air
or so the restless community tells me

the winds come & go at their leisure
bringing with them unpredictability
though what’s in the air remains
as if it were yesterday all over again




july two thousand twenty
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chasing blue emperors


now that the solstice has come & gone
seems like I’m picking up clearer frequencies
it’s not always easy to trap them in a box
& oftentimes you have to let some go
hoping they’ll return another day




june two thousand twenty
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commonality


I seem to keep missing you
one turn after the next
all the while telling myself I’m not
looking for anything in particular

it is summer but you know that
the solstice a mere hours away
I’ve long since ventured out
chasing shadows on the open road

it’s true the earth keeps spinning
unchanged yet ever-changing
dividing & distancing & reuniting
common people like you & me




june two thousand twenty
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not a cloud in the sky


how many adjectives for the sky
do you keep in your pocket
long written down & folded into
an origami passport
open & closed with your eyes shut so many times
you wonder would it be best
to put them down in braille rather than words
or perhaps translated into countless languages
so when any moment good or bad
spontaneously presents itself
there’s not a chance in hell you will fail




june two thousand twenty
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