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19 Nov 2016
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Little Bo Peep’s Awakening


She wore a cotton dress on a warm
and sunny day
slightly off-white and sleeveless
complementing and accentuating
her light brown skin

He wore his casual Sunday best
strolling along
white button-down oxford shirt
starkly contrasting pleated charcoal slacks
creased perfectly

Sitting on park bench imagining
her breathing slows
her inner thoughts pressing on
unaware of sights and sounds passing by
before her eyes

From out of the fold he reappears
like a lost lamb
wandering most aimlessly
a blot on the vastness of her dreamscape
off-black yet bright



november two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Animals, Dreams, Poetry and tagged , , , , , ,
17 Nov 2016
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catch and release


the weather turned midday
as a warmish sun gave way
to coldish clouds and variable winds

nearly knee deep in blackish
backwaters
rainbow trout suddenly start
striking at mini-jigs

hand and eye react instinctively
despite scattered thoughts
racing past
slippery rocks in river bed

patience is like an acquired taste
(you tell yourself)
best served in solitary confines

the cool waters gradually
drop in temperature
yet you continue to wade
further away
dead set on an eddying pool
silently calling your name



november two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Fishing, Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , , ,
15 Nov 2016
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counting down the days


oh glorious night settle into darkness
and let me tell thee whom I give my life

I belong neither to sky above nor sea below
and from all accounts was burst forth from
scorpius some thirty-three light years ago

though my days on earth have been counted
on one thousand and one hands
it is a far cry to say this was ever my home
for the glory of goodness lives not here
but rather in a place and time that knows no end



november two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , , , ,
14 Nov 2016
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involuntary reactions


the birds and the tigers
the polar bears
and the butterflies
they do not hate
no they do not hate

they may need to defend themselves
through violence or fleeing
but it is out of necessity that they
protect themselves selfishly

they may not understand
the world around them
like you or me
(or perhaps they understand it perfectly)
and while they may not think
before they act (like we are able to do)
they certainly never hate
no they never do

interestingly enough
they may react to the bulbous moon
just like me and you
only they do not make it an excuse
to hate for hatred’s sake
like too many of us often do



november two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , ,
12 Nov 2016
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cast away


sitting sober on picnic table
made of driftwood
I wonder when in the world
my checkered cloth will arrive

I stare out at the ocean
where an angel without wings
hangs ten while blowing kisses my way

I tell myself she’s just having fun
though I’m sure if she wanted
she could move these continental shelves
much faster to california

last night I built a cathedral out of sand
wherein the choir sang until the rains came

in the morning the beach was new again
and all I could do was pray
to the father and the son
and the ghost of my former self



november two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Dogma, Poetry and tagged , ,
11 Nov 2016
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wrapping flowers in blankets


we built a fire in the fire pit
kept it going into december
when the sky was blue
and air was cold

you played violin
and I played harmonica

we sang to the fire in the sky
we prayed for the fog to roll in

the first frost came and went
but we were ill-prepared
like we always were

I keep telling you I am the same boy
you first met decades ago
and you tell me the ocean is still green



november two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , ,
10 Nov 2016
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hiding behind marshmallow clouds


descending into madness at midnight
I pull pieces of bread from my pockets
feeding them to my soul

in the morning I take tylenol
and pour raw milk onto a
bowl of rice krispies
listening to vague childhood memories

in the middle of the afternoon the full
moon hides behind marshmallow clouds
my conscience reminding me
(as I fall into a self-induced slumber)
how everything becomes edible in the end



november two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , , ,
08 Nov 2016

give me some rope


boxer in training jumping
wrists turning
as quick as feet
flashing
slashing
accelerating

boy scout wannabe
learning to tie new knots
manipulating with tongue
stuck out
twisting
shouting
unraveling

hangman’s noose
more powerful than a firm
handshake
unnerved and intent on
preventing
deliverance
to the promised land



november two thousand sixteen
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06 Nov 2016
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looking past the glass


windows cut into stone walls
lining brick-laid streets
encasing faceless mannequins
watching the world spin by

some sitting on bar stools
others standing in pose
modeling teacups or tumblers
elbows rising and falling in time

outsiders dare not look inside
lest they become mesmerized
lured into a complacent hold
baring nothing but skin and bone



november two thousand sixteen
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Posted in In the City, Poetry and tagged , , ,
04 Nov 2016
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precious declarations


I don’t belong here in this place where ordinary men
walk beside bearded men on a mission
to save the world from unrighteousness

I emptied my pockets
to show them I had nothing to offer
and then I pointed to a vaulted door
where I said the world’s fortune can be found
as long as they can handwrite a note
and strap themselves with explosives

down the street they imploded a highrise
and now once extraordinary humans crawl on
hands and knees searching through the rubble
for something that isn’t there

most days I just sit on a park bench
and marvel at the keys I’ve collected
showing my shadowless friends
how this one used to start my car
how this one once lowered the drawbridge
and how this one (in conjunction with the guard key)
unlocks a strongbox safekeeping the world’s
most precious declarations



november two thousand sixteen
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Posted in In the City, Poetry and tagged , ,
01 Nov 2016

haiku in outer motion


two sided candle
flames in the mirror enlarge
inertia building

light enters darkness
camera sans aperture
tricking gravity

pardon the grey star
lingering behind curtain
dying to explode

whole new worlds open
warp speed into asteroids
tumbling past space rocks



november two thousand sixteen
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30 Oct 2016
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outside these city walls


I was thinking about changing things up
by rising out of bed without an agenda
hitting the streets on steel tipped boots
marching alongside a new kind of drummer

they blocked off the old holiday parade route
days before dismantled tanks rolled in
armless soldiers handing out ruby red grapefruits
and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies

I walked alongside millions of newfound friends
all drawn to this place by an unknown star
embracing change with song and dance
(while outside these city walls)
stockpiles of old ideas burned day and night



october two thousand sixteen
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Posted in In the City, Poetry and tagged , ,
28 Oct 2016
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chapter three


solar power paper planes
survey and scan billion acre rainforest
detecting seeds of life
planted by prehistoric man
suddenly sprouting beneath the mist



october two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Micropoetry, Nature, Poetry and tagged , , ,
26 Oct 2016

dancing on white sand


there was a number
maybe there were two or three
that when put together
added up to something
like an old fashioned love song

half notes and quarter notes
bounce off amphitheater rooftops
drifting into the cloudless sky
slowly dissolving like helium
balloons and unbridled kites

spiders and bears and
little tea kettles crawl through
open backlit space
giving chase to new ideas
dying to be composed

they say the song lives on
riding falling stars
content with returning to earth
surfing atop ocean waves
seeking a brand new dance floor



october two thousand sixteen
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24 Oct 2016
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as I turn off the light


the sun rises in the east
and there is no place to escape

time chases me in my sleep
forcing me into places I would
never dare enter otherwise

the sun dangling over my shoulder
I’m reminded I could be facing
something much worse
than my own shadow

the city streets are cold tonight
interminable winds whistling
past streetlights that never dim



october two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Dreams, In the City, Poetry and tagged , , , ,
23 Oct 2016
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lessons in motivation


if I knew I would tell you
where I find my motivation

sometimes it hides like a child
secretly wanting to be found

this motivation can be evasive
like an answer that really
doesn’t address the question

it sits on a roadside
like a vagrant with a sign
in search of his next meal

it rests in a tree like a songbird
missing his sweetheart
and singing the blues

it can be found buried beneath
a pile of colorful leaves
waiting to burst into a mushroom

this motivation of mine
sometimes is missing for months on end
cast into the open sea
like a message bobbing inside a bottle



october two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , ,

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