Category Archives: Poetry

Haiku: The Night Warms

Posted on October 24, 2016 by

Coffee sits swallowed at the top of my stomach; my brainstem is warm. (stock photo) Advertisements

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The Lift

Posted on September 24, 2016 by

Birds, pilots, sailors… all look for lift Artists do too It is the physics of magic (guitar: getold.com; hawk: geol.umd.edu)   Inspired by: T Bone Burnett’s AmericanaFest Keynote Address

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Mister Sniffy

Posted on September 20, 2016 by

In the grey light before sunrise you examine the yard and driveway: sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff Snort! sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff Snort! The new light catches the focus in your eyes, much as it might catch the focus … Continue reading →

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A Left-Brain Deal

Posted on April 8, 2016 by

Writing is a left-brain deal Maybe Shaping the chatter like clay into a sculpture Can it be a song too? Both? Thawed music? It’s a left-brain deal, though The right brain knows what words are but doesn’t use them, I … Continue reading →

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When We Are Gone

Posted on January 26, 2016 by

We live our lives here where the greatest human accomplishment is Art. When we are gone the wolves and butterflies won’t miss it. (photo credits in a previous blog)

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Warm and Round

Posted on July 1, 2015 by

The night is still and round. An ocean rises from city traffic as my skin rejoices the fan whirling from the ceiling. I sit where the dog sleeps when he’s here. I can almost hear his stir and stretch as … Continue reading →

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Squeezed Grey

Posted on May 20, 2015 by

I lob my own entrails without consequence or accountability, as if they are profound, as if they aren’t useless, as if they are art. Squandering breath has become a hobby and a habit. Each breath measures part of a poem … Continue reading →

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