Category Archives: Poetry

Here is where my deepest heart lies. These writings emanate from the many times when my passion hits the bottom and other times where it seems to fly on wings. To solace myself, I go to the woods on deep forest trails, pray to waterfalls, look over valleys, and dip my hands in the waters of springs, hoping to soothe myself. Forgive me if I get angry; for at times I’m just plain mad at the world.

Aftereffects Of Fire

Here, where fire once raged Our voice is diminished As if our speech leaves through Lungs weighing only of paper And this trail we have carved To stand next to old giants With charred arms Comes with symbols and words … Continue reading

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Only through our vulnerabilities   Can we speak of ourselves Where no genders build language Where no categories structure Your reaction to my voice….. My reaction to your voice. Either of us can be the words Slicing into the coolness … Continue reading

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I’m the child who strips sticks off maples and oaks To slap curbs like drums Make them mallets To tap out the melodious Microtones of storm drain covers   I preform this inside A concrete planned pattern Where Chestnut street … Continue reading

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Salmon River Spring

Cool kiss from the forest Stirs an inner revival Charged by its music Fresh from the source That drums upon rocks. As if my very bones Were strewn underneath The stream of Orpheus Whose rhythms sink Past thirst, deep within … Continue reading

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Who is the ghost that walks the train? The apparition tugs on our shirt sleeves But all rides are displaced We are logged into otherness, Password protected Our faces dug deep into ourselves Reflections fed to us Wires from out … Continue reading

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This is empty. It is not words. No. Don’t let it fool you. It’s up to its tricks…….. Twisting meanings…….. And it’s ugly……. Take a look! Little symbols on a page. Not artistic at all! Graffiti is better Especially when … Continue reading

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Motion Detector

We come with a penumbra A lighter ring around the internal Within the greater external An outer fuzziness of contact That communicates an abstract Unstable in its assumptions Rewarded for its divinations It detects movement, motion Perceives, discerns, distinguishes Identifies, … Continue reading

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Once the wound is recognized, Bleeding may be stopped. Bandages are temporary. Stiches attempt closure. Surgery’s outcome could fail. The magic of the clot Is never a guarantee Since cuts, scrapes, and lacerations Run rampant inside and outside Body, skin, … Continue reading

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You’re a traveler for the sound of wings. Its organic, magnetic, comforting flutter Eases you, resolves you, melts you into consonance Whose song sings the thing, that lies…. within The rhetoric of freeways, That stripe of sound Dividing you into … Continue reading

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Christmas Photo Album

In the Christmas photo album….. Ghosts run among the pages Through images stuffed with Santas and snowmen. My sister’s ghost gives Indian burns My brother’s ghost I didn’t know Began to know And sometimes wished I still didn’t know Young … Continue reading

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