Category Archives: Humans

Universe Understood

Posted on February 13, 2019 by

Consciousness,the universe is–a way to understandand make small enougha vastness into parts.Your mind will nevergrasp the whole, no,that is a feelingfor your soulto warm whencold clasps your heartand galaxies never seenseem almost familiarand close enoughto nod acquaintance.Understanding isaccepting you cannot.

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Tag, I’m It

Posted on January 29, 2019 by

Birds play tag:close-drill flitting,chasers suddenly chasedat the flick of a feather.I laugh;my mind flips like they do,but without their agility.I am honored to watch,bathed in their game,humored with their compassion. (photo: avopix.com)

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Shameless Plug

Posted on October 30, 2018 by

Okay. Another shameless plug: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/white-ravens/id1439393149?ls=1&mt=11 The collection goes live tomorrow.

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White Ravens…And More Stories

Posted on October 9, 2018 by

Coming October 31, 2018 to your favorite book source from Word Hermit Press: (Cover design: Vinnie Kinsella Book Publishing Services) This is a collection of tales set in the modern American West with characters who somehow dispel the rugged individualist … Continue reading →

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Companions

Posted on August 1, 2018 by

Thank you for my companions: this journal; this pen; this heart full of my blood; my blood in the hearts of others; my heart in the hearts of others; the quivering guitars; the gift of music holding me fast; this … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Talent

Posted on April 26, 2018 by

Talent don’t mean shit. It’s what you do with it to make the world better. (graphics: CCO Creative Commons)  

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Under the Rug

Posted on April 20, 2018 by

Unbridled sadness sweeps me under the rug on the floor of oblivion, where cringing and standing tall are the same. My oceans are vast, my salmon are few, swimming with me under this rug; my heart is a defiant afterthought. … Continue reading →

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Reading Admonition

Posted on March 16, 2018 by

Reading poems– a bronkbuster, a recovered drunk, a morning iconoclast; all tell me: write something with velocity, not half fast.   (Paul Zarzyski: Gordon Stevens; Richard Hugo: Hugo House;  William Stafford: American Academy of Poets)

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A Poem Comes

Posted on March 2, 2018 by

My impatience robs me of my observance, but sharpens my pen. I slice my ego into quivering hunks of silvery fatback, sputtering in the skillet I heat with my heart. Shame fits me too well. I am only as good … Continue reading →

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Dead of Night

Posted on January 20, 2018 by

Pulled out of Tonopah at half-past last heading up ninety-five. Rocks were glowing—sand was blowing, saw absolutely nothing alive. Realized then: what did I know, is there anything real I see? This highway runnin’ in the dead of night is … Continue reading →

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