Category Archives: Poetry

Looking Up

Posted on January 25, 2019 by

(for William Stafford) Your poems run the gamut;you have blessed us with musicof realization and understanding.Many of those poems were bornon your couch, lying on your back,looking up at your journal.Really? Their birth is asastonishing as their venerable lives.

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An Example of Daily Writing

Posted on January 19, 2019 by

(Here’s an example of a the beginning of a daily writing session. Initially, I made no edits. But I couldn’t stand it, so now it’strying to become a poem. I’ve changed the original, so my firsteffort has been subverted. Silly … Continue reading →

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The Way Forward

Posted on January 1, 2019 by

Anger finds my heart unreceptive to the pull of self indulgence; it is not the time for self righteous behavior and losing my way. My heart knows the way when my mind is distracted. I am who I am. I … Continue reading →

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Visceral Musing

Posted on May 21, 2018 by

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 →

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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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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)

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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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