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the inevitable flow of life


they enter this world as children
of the same spirit
learning the laws of the land
and the laws of nature
exploring causality and karma
testing the limits of physicality
touching that which cannot be felt

they’ve been known to walk on water
and fly like the birds of the sky
but in reality they are simply children
born of the same spirit
free to define themselves here on earth
living to learn and learning to die
just like you and me




january two thousand nineteen
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present tense


what remains is what remains
once the riptide disrupts the flow

winter snow dissolves into thin air
revealing what was thought to be dead

north wind arrives before the dawn
energetic and surprisingly warm

fingers and toes begin to wiggle
deep inside the belly of the creator

there is comfort in barren trees
supported by the richness of the earth

fear not the ghostly new moon rising
giving reason to breathe yet again




december two thousand eighteen
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fifteen makes five


five fifteen in the morning
I focus on my breathing
nearly twenty seconds it takes
to inhale and exhale
three times makes one minute
fifteen makes five


along the way I lose track
and for a moment
I find myself back in time
some sort of cosmic energy
hurtling me forward
then dragging me down

this path I take is legendary
at times god forsaken
other times a godsend
always beckoning me
offering abundance on one hand
and betrayal on another

before the rising sun
washes away the stars
introducing its ultraviolet rays
with creative passion
I slowly blink open my eyes
at five twenty in the morning



december two thousand eighteen
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watercolor morning


oh darling
did you see the rainbow in the
early morning sky
[opposite the rising sun]
I had painted it for you
with eyes closed
far beyond
the green rolling hills

after the rains
I went slip-sliding away
[down the green
rolling hills]
running and tumbling
and somersaulting
willfully into
your watercolor eyes




december two thousand eighteen
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the eyes of the sun


in the morning I shall die
once again becoming
unpossessed
lost to the rays of the sun
like a white horse
unnoticed
and grazing
in an unfenced field

how many ensuing years
(or dare I say centuries)
shall come to pass
before completely understanding
why the sun herself
refuses to die




december two thousand eighteen
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testing the multiverse theory


though the sun shines bright
there is no warmth to be found
not in deed or word or thought
the air turbid and cold to the touch
like the winter warlock himself

this world is oddly familiar
resembling places I’ve imagined
or envisioned in waking dreams
like a lost forest frozen in time
silvery trees taller than skyscrapers

many times I’ve climbed to the top
meticulous like the caterpillar
alone but at peace and determined
exercising thought into action
inescapably free falling through space




december two thousand eighteen
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one december night


friday night in east village
streetlamps aglow
passersby breathing visibly
hands either gloved
or formed as fists
stuffed inside coat pockets

meteorological winter
yet weeks away
but for tonight
is clear and present
the cloudless sky
boasting all its shiny lanterns




december two thousand eighteen
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weeks before winter solstice


north by northwest winds do blow
giving rise to wooden and metallic chimes
previously content and on the down-low

I thought I had put them away for the winter
but alas they are alive again
imitating hummingbirds feeding voraciously
somewhere below the tropic of cancer

although the fire may be burning bright
do not shutter your windows my dear
for tomorrow a shining light may arrive
bringing forth the freshest of air




november two thousand eighteen
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cool like pink lemonade


sun falling fast behind frost-covered hills
shades of pink glorifying the horizon
variable winds swirling and sweeping
speaking in languages I’m sure I once knew
images of elephants coming to mind
marching high in midday sky
sporting hides bordering on pink
drifting in and out of cumulus clouds
turning hot and sticky summer days
into something inexplicably cool




november two thousand eighteen
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clearing the way


new moon held in cupped hands
like a wounded fledgling
feeling powerless
yet slowly warming
to this idea of finally flying free

trusting the process is not easy
for anything grounded
nevertheless you uncup
your trembling hands
observing the sky in a new light




november two thousand eighteen
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autumn leaf


there is this word on my mind
hanging like a colorful leaf on a branch
a few inches out of reach

by the time morning arrives
it is no longer dangling
rather part of a collective whole
mixed with all the others
strewn across the lawn

for a moment I ponder the importance
of getting down on hands and knees
uncovering the very word
etched on my mind
holding it up to my eyes
like the holiest of grails
and memorizing its every detail




november two thousand eighteen
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my whispering moon


how the moon motivates me
wakes me when she rises
whispering in my ear
promising the world in exchange
for my undying devotion

hours before the cock crows
I find myself mechanically
walking city streets
dodging occasional headlamps
wondering where you are

weatherman proved wrong again
about mostly starry skies
your whispers reassuring
affirming you are nearer
than my eyes could ever see




october two thousand eighteen
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