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better run thru the jungle


february is on my mind
but she’s nowhere in sight
pretend morning fog
whispers in my ear
you’ve got no place to go

so I curse the winds
stuff suffocating thoughts
inside my pockets
telling myself
one day I’ll see the light

I keep waking up
in the middle of the night
trees burning brightly
firefighters fighting
for a clear path out




january two thousand twenty
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the river’s many voices


let us pretend we are starting from scratch
that the sun has yet to reveal its brilliancy
rising above the ageless sea on a cloudless morning
    as if the world itself is being reborn
    free from the exploitation of the past

sudden happiness appears out of thin air
echoing through the valley of the mountains
promising change after years of inner turmoil
    grey thoughts giving way to new ideas
    like old songs playing in a new light

I often wonder about those inevitable days
will it be like floating peacefully down the river
its many voices gradually turning into one
    plainly speaking to me for the first time
    the drawbridge opening on command




january two thousand twenty
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what comes around


days getting longer
mid-morning colder than the day before
pedestrians walking briskly
hands stuffed inside pockets
inaudible words escaping into the air

breathe baby breathe
there’s never been a better time to be alive
everyone knows it can’t be
this cold for that much longer
here take my electric flannel blanket

it’s true we both know
the rains will again return like clockwork
washing away what remains
recalling strange familiarity
perhaps starting the final fateful season




january two thousand twenty
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jack daniels and candlesticks


cancellations and closings
scrolling ad nauseum
alphabetically directly below
animated weather map

the snow never came
like they said it would
though the freezing rain
arrived unexpectedly
sleeting sideways and relentlessly
coating every single wire and branch
from here until next tuesday
putting the city and her
satellites out of commission

there’ll be no welfare checks
not tonight or tomorrow or
maybe ever again
the powers that be giving way
to unapologetic anarchy
all because of a little weather




january two thousand twenty
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where angels still sing


there is magic in the air
electrical and elusive
like a razor thin damsel’s wing

all is quiet in the inner mind
perfect conditions
to welcome and learn the
universal language of appreciation

what can’t be found here
that doesn’t exist above or beyond
whether beneath the frost
or high above the treetops
where angels still sing




december two thousand nineteen
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waving november goodbye


there it is
southern sun on a cool autumn day
reminding you of birthdays long past
spent in the silence of your own shadow
pretending it would be impossible to be found
if not for your breath escaping into the sky

but escape you do
slipping past the guard and beyond the yard
running and jumping in a dying open field
chasing ghosts of moths and butterflies
sun as bright as the smile on your face
arms waving ecstatically overhead




november two thousand nineteen
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crouching in the outer limits


the first snow has come and gone
and I’ve nothing to show for it
except for a newly purchased spark plug
I’ve yet to replace in my snow blower

the first snow came and went
and I’ve yet to complete my autumn chores
simply because (once again) climate
change has caught me off guard

the first snow is certain to come
unpredictable like a lion
crouching in the outer limits
patiently waiting for a little something




november two thousand nineteen
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beautiful are the fields


we’ve been here before
admiring this land of possibilities
minefields once again restored back to
their original condition
long before anyone ever set eye or foot
colorful fields described by word of mouth
to those who had no idea such beauty
existed in this contradictory world
descriptions eventually voice recorded
illustrated onto rock and paper and cloud
made especially for generations yet to come




october two thousand nineteen
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a brief visitor from the unknown


I want to be that comet [or whatever
you want to call it]
that the average person off the street
can’t even begin to pronounce

you may or may not know
what I’m talking about
but it doesn’t matter to any
rogue interstellar traveler
entering the milky way
hell bent on targeting the sun

imagine if you will
lost souls attached to its tail
long ago cast away to find inner peace
hanging on fearlessly
throughout countless galaxies
occasionally returning home
leaving those bound to the surface
mesmerized by its fleeting beauty




october two thousand nineteen
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morning view


the clock has struck midnight
and here I remain
similar to yesterday’s self
but somehow slightly different
I can’t quite put my finger on

changing seasons once again
a battle between wind
and cricket and creation
a jealous crescent moon
simply an innocent bystander

I sit and wonder by the window
does anyone ever win
morning sun coming into view
colored pencils on cottony paper
attempting to capture it all




october two thousand nineteen
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October Rising


Bring on the tenth month I say
images of monarch
and ruby-throated migrations
flashing before my eyes
nighttime baseball games
a staple in my foreseeable future
culminating with an enormous
harvest moon slowly rising

It’s the last hurrah you say
sitting cozily by the artificial fire
sipping hot tea from a tumbler
pointing at the Samsung
and dialing up a movie

I nod unconvincingly
retiring to the sunroom
pouring myself a pint of Guinness
reassured knowing
October is just the beginning




september two thousand nineteen
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when dreaming of colors


the autumn equinox falls flat on my face
deep in dream state I am suddenly
wide awake
I sit up and attempt to determine
exactly what it is that woke me
and exactly where I might be

am I dead or am I alive
I wonder with uncertainty
bold numbers glowing in my peripheral
I turn and squint and see
it’s nearly three in the morning

I was dreaming of colors I say aloud
of the sunset and the moon’s shine
of the oak tree shedding its coat
atop the green green grass

yes I was dreaming beautifully
and you rudely awoke me
[mother nature or god or my own intuition]
less than sublimely reminding me
one day I will be the one who is falling




september two thousand nineteen
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my iphone photo from 2011
my iphone photo from 2011

listening to the earth


it’s five a.m
my mind tells me so
having just replayed the reality
of melting glaciers
and rainforests set ablaze

a voice inside says
you can listen to the earth
and suddenly I am wide awake

I can hear the cold rain
pelting against the window pane
and for some reason
I’m afraid to open my eyes




september two thousand nineteen
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the garden reprised


we’ve done this before
making something out of thin air
whether simple words or complex webs
designed to bring us closer

the power of sleep brings forth
limitless possibilities
exposing past and future lives
such as the spider or the fly

at some point it stands to reason
why the trees have knowledge
and birds perpetuate folklore
why the snake in the green green grass
will one day be your best friend




september two thousand nineteen
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ethereal like the fog


and so we stretch our limbs
turn our thoughts from solids to liquids
as if we are something more
than mere human

if you run fast enough
there’s a good chance taking flight
without wings or cape
nothing more than inner strength

oh how far we’ve come
from ocean to moor to rooftop
synthesizing plant with mineral
further projecting time




august two thousand nineteen
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stirring the seed in the soil


it seems the trick is to feed your body
with specific types and amounts of oil
or so I’m learning there is more to nature
than leaf and flower and feather and bone

to the perfect alien we are one in the same
especially when viewed a million miles away
subtleties at best captured in a mirror
attached to a wall countless centuries ago

in the urban garden there is more to life
than surveillance and common temptations
abundance showing itself in spades
evident on low hanging vines and branches

folklore and concoctions openly compete
promoting cures and extending lives
nearly all sharing a simple solution
showing respect to the goodness of earth




august two thousand nineteen
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