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Category Archives: Poem
Haiku: Wind, Rain, Faith
The wind hurls itself across my roof in big waves as I hold my breath. The skylights receive a violent drum solo; I receive the awe. The house bravely waits for the next real world onslaught; my faith is a … Continue reading
The Road Takes a Break in Nakusp, B.C.
The breeze off Arrow lake sways the curtains in my room, robbing the ghosts of places to hide. The fan blurs the ceiling where peeled wallpaper casts vibrating shadows, like insect wings stuck to my leather. The confused air stirs … Continue reading
Posted in Action-adventure, Art, Bedtime, Consciousness, Dream, Gratitude, Harley Davdson, Life, memory, Motorcycles, Poem, Travel, Uncategorized, Vacation
Tagged Canada, ghosts, life, poetry, travel
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Companions
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
Posted in Absolutes, family, Friendship, Gratitude, Home, Hope, Humans, Life, pals, Poem, Uncategorized, Universe, Wisdom, Writing
Tagged friendship, life, music, peace
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Visceral Musing
Here Poemy, here girl, here boy, hweet, hwheet, wheet… c’mon—atta girl, atta boy, c’mon. Bronkbuster’s muse is a dominatrix— demanding, abusive, beautiful, alluring, cruel, and dripping wet—smelling of sea and sagebrush. Mine is on cat’s feet, shifting shapes and sometimes … Continue reading
Reading Admonition
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)
Posted in Absolutes, Bedtime, cowboy poetry, Drunkenness, Humans, humor, Narble Furt, Oregon, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, Work, Writing
Tagged humility, learning, Paul Zarzyski, poetry, Richard Hugo, William Stafford, work, writing
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A Poem Comes
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
Haiku: Rain, Rain
Rain, rain, come and stay; all the green loves every day. Rain, rain, time to play. (iStock)
Dead of Night
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
Posted in Consciousness, Humans, Life, Lyrics, Night, Poem, Song, Uncategorized, Universe, Woman
Tagged desert, driving fast, driving story, ghost, lonely
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Mystery Bird
A whirring tumble of notes; a small dark bird I cannot identify— no name where the song might hang. There is only sound. This morning arpeggio startles me. I find the singer on a high wire beak open, breath inflating … Continue reading
Posted in Birds, Gratitude, Morning, Oregon, Poem, Song, Uncategorized, Wildlife, Wisdom
Tagged bird watching, classify, humanity, life
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Haiku–The Nose Knows
In what we call stink a wealth of information finds your active brain. (photo: *Toulouse as a youngster–jrs; *model for Bucket in Ochoco Reach)
