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Haiku–Ping Pong

Left right left right left my brain trading back and forth quick entertainment (top: adsoftheworld.com; bottom: preptalk.hermits.com) Advertisements

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Certainty

Clandestine wandering— I like to think that’s how my mind works. My fantasies are all about how special I am and smart and unique. Reality? I’m always unsure. Simple physics: What I see in the mirror is backwards. I have … Continue reading

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Gears Go Still

The brain spring goes flat, unwinding with a sound somewhere between a hiss and a sigh. The clutch goes in; the gears slowly spin to still; the light goes out; the secret world chuckles: “my turn.” All I can do … Continue reading

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Haiku–Einstein’s Moderation

A little knowledge is just as dangerous as too much knowledge. (top: playbuzz.com; bottom moco-choco.com) 

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Little Mind

My little mind seeks its way among large things in a vastness it cannot comprehend. I am glad it keeps going, past questions without answers, being stubborn that way, in blind faith, on some kind of mission, believing there is … Continue reading

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Concentration Face

My concentrating face is a frown. This has always been so. When I am deep in contemplation people who don’t know me assume that I am incalculably sad; they worry over my spirit, not seeing how my deep engagement has … Continue reading

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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

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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

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Clock’s Break

clock watcher present tedium energy spent unwise seating making tea not exercise doors close walls advance frontal lobes echo echo limbic flash danger calls rain silvers locks break lungs pump clock stops (top: moddb.com; Yosemite: sardonycs.net)

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Road and Synapse

The gravel on this road long unused crackles with unfamiliar noise under my well-worn tires. My elbow thrusts into hot air, bared to sun and desert. Synapses not used in years fire in solidarity with the road, transporting me to … Continue reading

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