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Category Archives: Humans
Growing On
(Note: this poem is from a writing workshop I took with Kim Stafford: “Daily Writing in the Tradition of William Stafford.” It borrows the form of William Stafford’s poem “Growing Up.”–jrs) I travel in concentric circles, it’s just how I’m … Continue reading
Refusal
The wall crawls with stuff I don’t want to recognize. Looking obliquely, the movement reveals insects, each one connected to some choking childhood terror. I watch them through the sheetrock. Thousands of antennae, millions of legs, with an occasional slither. As … Continue reading
Galaxy and Stone
I am a galaxy, I am a stone. I am a truth lying in bone. My emotions run wild, I am colder than ice. My big-hearted angel has paid a great price watching me stumble and helping me fly. The … Continue reading
Penis Ponder
“The problem with men is they were raised by women.” ~Virgie Wicks (1923 – 2000) Our mothers made it up as we went along early on: they loved us, hugged up, scrubbed us, taught us our little appendage was a … Continue reading
That Sparkling Crecendo
Nod and smile: no commitment, metaphorical hands in cerebral pockets, a performance artfully rendered in a vacuum of open connections and blithe attentiveness. Nothing is there disguised as a vague thought—the actor acts— sometimes convincing himself. How different when passion … Continue reading
Posted in Consciousness, Humans, Poem, Quantum flash
Tagged brain, faking it, imagination
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Beneficent Predation
(Note: John Muir walked through North American wilderness without a weapon. His agenda was simply to be where he was. But he was also made of steel and knew how to fight. jrs) Mean-spirited people flourish when good hearts look … Continue reading
Haiku–Jumble Toy
The dog watches my jumble of knots creak and fray; he worries I’ll snap. (top: lillstreet.com; dog: cherylpitt.com)
Maybe in Another Life
She is a feast of soft lines and deft nooks, a heaviness of promise and allure. Our silent promises cannot be kept. A sharp look of agreement would cut through the hearts of all. Promises we have already made keep us honest … Continue reading
Contact
I write for people awake. I don’t have to yell. Some of our herd: I see their eyes flash; they know they don’t know, but are not afraid. More is heard than said. The thread glows and goes and grows, … Continue reading
Bastards of Pain
So, what do you do when the bastards of pain camp on your front porch? Do you politely ask them to leave? Or do you wade into them with rage and a machete? Usually, with pain—physical, emotional, whatever—the bastards like … Continue reading
Posted in Consciousness, Humans, memory, Poem
Tagged brain, emotion, front porch, loss, resolve
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