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A prayer for my friend Brian Doyle and my grandpuppy Toulouse

This uses the form Brian invented for his Book of Uncommon Prayer and is used here out of deep profound respect–jrs Who never met but I would offer a few years off my life to watch them measure each other. … Continue reading

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Muselessness

I’m supposed to be finishing a novel but I’m not. It’s a murky late summer day with an uncertain sky and a directionally challenged breeze smelling of salt and fir, marsh and cedar. My characters are all hovering around the … Continue reading

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An Example of Daily Writing

(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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Haiku–Peace as an Odd Job

Is coming to peace with ambiguity a pathway to wisdom? (illusion: sommer-sommer.com; trees: wisdom-square.com)

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Squeezed Grey

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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Haiku–Polaris on Deck

Awake: cannot sleep. The deck beckons; I am rapt. Hello, Polaris.

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Ballpoint Chisel (for Sharon Olds)

Long ago I shook your hand and told you how much I love your work. I wanted to tell you what little I know about women has come from my wife and your carefully erected words. I wanted to tell … Continue reading

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Haiku–Bright Tracks

Walking tracks, bright sun, cold bites around the edges: a day with promise.

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Tanka–Who Was I?

A rainy morning: I wonder who I might be; the windows are streaked. Trees await my scrutiny; is it windier out there?   (top: situation-kunst.de; bottom: controlyourcash.com)

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In The Telling

My story moves around who’s doing the telling; who’s listening also forms the shape of it. I don’t much care as long as it’s all about me. In the dark, when I cannot see the ceiling, it’s not all about … Continue reading

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