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Tag Archives: poetry
At Home
Gentle breath, an infant’s breath, soft and rhythmic, no yearning because all one’s needs are met. The cradle, like the arms of Mother; the cottony soft blanket as tender against the skin as Father’s breath. Hope. Promise. It didn’t turn … Continue reading
Eyes Closed and Beautiful
Harp strings and fog horns, bass grooves, flute flight sun dropping light, tree leaves casting shadow, life so full you want to cry. Nothing more than love, than whispers, than trees turning colors as a last bow to life-giving Light … Continue reading
You Are Me
You steal the light from the room, you peel the face off the moon, you think you know reciprocity. We dance to color the night, we spur the angels to flight, we descend at high velocity. Don’t pretend that you … Continue reading
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His face was beautiful, Brian was his name. Meet him, I would, in the wee hours of a morning, when sleep was a promise on the lips of a liar and the darkness was a friend to us both. Talk, … Continue reading
September 5, 2013
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Cry
You break my heart, with your memories. Why, when we’re young we’re so eager to smash the family portrait, only to weep with longing when the years have taught us what is precious and worthy of yearning for? They could … Continue reading
Thoughts prior to Labor Day about a Fabulous Life
Someone I know posted some little pearls of wisdom on Facebook best summarized with two words: Lighten Up! The message was that “being serious” about things brings serious circumstances into your life, and if you just lighten up your life … Continue reading
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Tagged Bangladesh, cats, China, commentary, contemplation, earthquakes, Ethiopia, floods, France, genocide, Germany, holocaust, Hutus, Italy, Japan, laugh, music, planet, poetry, prose, Russia, Rwanda, tsunamis, Tutsis, U.K., USA, WWII
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Evolutionary Plateau
The city requires armor. A multitude of suits I’ve tried not a one of them will fit. My fingers of flesh and bone are not stilettos. No shit kickers laced into boots, no steel bulges from the breast the thigh, … Continue reading
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Tagged aggression, armor, asphalt, beasts, belly, bone, brazen, bulletproof, careless, city, commentary, contemplation, evolutionary, flesh, grid, home, humans, miscreants, pain, paint, plateau, poetry, prose, steel, stilettos, violence, weep
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Mein Kampf!
Nearly all the teeth are gone, some coveted for their gold, others yellowed with age & still attached to jaw bones, residing in mouths that no longer speak or pray or scream. Those were the lucky ones. They became too … Continue reading
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Tagged age, benevolence, bones, commentary, contemplation, eyes, fossilize, future, God, goddess, gold, gravity, Himmler, L'Chaim, Lebensborn, life, Mein Kampf, millions, old, painters, peace, poetry, pray, prose, rune, scream, skin, sociopath, struggle, tattoo, teeth, tyrant, young
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Stained Garden
Not vessels to be filled with your rage; not mannequins with convenient holes you can pretend don’t have a voice or eyes or delicate frontal lobes. We’d rather see you ejaculate into the sky and let it rain down sorrow. … Continue reading
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Tagged baby, children, commentary, compassion, contemplation, ejaculate, garden, institutions, mannequins, mind, poetry, prose, rage, rain, rivers, seeds, sorrow, tears, toxic, universal, vessels, voice, wretched
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Pathfinding
There is no road map for this terrain, no compass that could offer up a clue. You attempt it with your leather bound books, the oral traditions that became the foundation of our demise. And if The Book had never … Continue reading →