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the tree children


moon swaying over tidal waves
a dream inside a dream
trees planted in the sand
stretching for the clouds
children of the forest climbing
until they’re no longer seen

man-made machines pounding
on the ocean floor
shaking loose the tree children
sending them falling & tumbling
plunging into the ocean
evolving into something new





january two thousand twenty-three
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supernatural disaster


in the forest
and in & around the mountains
a mess of things has disturbed
what was once a vibrant silence
turning a beleaguered rumbling
into a metonymy of fatal casualties
delivered by way of an invisible hand
—the natural order of things
adapting radically
capable of taking out thousands
in one fell swoop





january two thousand twenty-three
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coming into focus


there is some life left
in the frozen woods
I found it by accident
no doubt beneath
where owls once ruled
in their wise-old ways

along the way I spotted
the dying & the dead
collected them in my
photographic memory
like non-fungible tokens
one click at a time

I was told I don’t
belong here anymore
that it wasn’t my time
the wind & ice crystals
encouraging me to go back
before it was too late





coming into focus


january two thousand twenty-three
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dying in the dead of winter


one by one they die off
and every spring
they come back to life

they die off in threes
one-two-three
like a nursery rhyme

sometimes
all of them on the same day
other times over three days
four or five days
maybe as many as seven

we bury them
& then we move on
counting the days
the weeks
the months
the years

did you see where
she died on the third day
I was asked

yes I answered
& I am certain she will return
soon after the winter solstice
or the one after that

silence ensued
along with a smile
& a nod





january two thousand twenty-three
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lord of the birds


birds & song & moving picture
congealing into a triangle
far away but coming into focus
slowly nearing the breakline
brought closer by the moon
& an inland breeze
children of the sand
pointing & jumping & shouting
we are saved
we are saved





december two thousand twenty-two
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supersonic evolution


when you tear
at the flesh
do both ears ring
in a canine kind of
frequency

after the feast
your heart rate slows
breathing shallowly
giving way to other senses

this earth talks
probably way too much
probably because
so few listen

the river did not always
meet the road
—natural bridges
evolving over time





december two thousand twenty-two
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lone wolf


it was a day to be creative
in a regimental kind of way
voluntary confinement
practicing silence in the mirror
solidarity to the self

it’s a craft needing feeding
desirous without comprehending
setting out for the night
following the scent of the wind
and a filtering moonlight





december two thousand twenty-two
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plane crash


forty years gone
and nature
has hidden the past
sublimely


metal buried
beneath the earth
the tops of trees
clipped & torn
repurposed over
time

deep in the forest
the songs
sound the best
amphitheater
created by the gods
only few will come
to find





november two thousand twenty-two
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tornado watch


in the garage              my dad
& three older brothers
standing silently              looking up at the sky
I walk my schwinn 5-speed
up the driveway
I stop halfway              look back & upward
at the yellow          &         brown sky
eyes squinting
thinking to myself              someone
            must be dying





november two thousand twenty-two
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The Next Pilgrimage


They come from out of this world
defying the very stars that sent them
hurtling through space & time
a heatseeker homing in on sheet of ice

Having reached the top of the world
that which was magically aslumber
suddenly becomes the hottest place to be
—in a flash a brand new ground zero

From all corners the people soon follow





october two thousand twenty-two
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this is all I know


this is all I know
concealed in a poem
like an eternal idea
or a waxing moon
forever drifting further
from mother earth

the eternal idea
residing in a poem
the seas calm
on a moonless night
thoughts drifting
past the firelight

seas remain calm
catamarans adrift
the idea of a poem
turned into dust
chasing a comet’s tail
on a moonless night





october two thousand twenty-two
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little rainbows deep inside the forest


we were in the forest
walking on eggshells
fingers pointing at all the
colorful edibles
off limits this time of the year
decreed by the queen herself

the forest wasn’t petrified
instead shrinking
year over year over year
sand & sea by east
strawberry fields by west
both advancing
slowly but deliberately
—lured by the magical mushrooms
deep inside the forest





october two thousand twenty-two
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on the peninsula


in the great wide open
cinnamon & rose-colored horses
gather near a natural pier
murmuring to one another
about rebellion

they realize they’re wild
but not free
not like the prevailing winds
which seem to commandeer
the next tempest

subsequent to each run
the herd becomes thinner
the law of attrition
taking its toll
the natural order of things
galloping at high speeds
long past rising
and now in a freefall





october two thousand twenty-two
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classic sunrise


nothing comes to mind
as the sun rises undeterred
provoking birdsong
nervous anticipation
and artificial light

the forecast calls
for isolated bombings
and more terrorist attacks
the kitchen radio
unable to locate a station





october two thousand twenty-two
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supernatural conventions


death hangs in the balance
like a bat hanging upside down
is it an animal or a human
in disguise

breaking natural laws
in supernatural conventions
undetectable to the human
but not the bat

awakening by signals
inherited from the sun
guided by a waning moon
long forgotten





october two thousand twenty-two
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something to believe in


the brook has dried up
courtesy of an angry sun
that which used to babble
has grown silent
what once was something
to believe in
now a distant memory

prisoners in chains
march along the dry bed
littered with rock & bone
and unmitigated misery
collecting pieces of a past
now fully exposed
where water once flowed





october two thousand twenty-two
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