Category: Poems
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Stream of Consciousness During Peter Kater Concert
Peter Kater is an astounding musician whom I have been privileged to hear in concert twice 25 years apart. His growth is phenomenal as I hope mine has been…but looking deeper, I realize I am escaping reality incrementally… mentally…escaping into the music which is erasing me for itself.
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“I Always Want A Tomorrow”
tho there will come a day when tomorrow comes no more and all life goes far away in this three dimensional way of having hands & feet, a mouth to kiss, hair to comb a life to help others & put things away all the ordinary events of the day spent like coins of the […]
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The Words Themselves, Au Naturel
There are times when words power up & run a riff in my head & I am only the scribe scribbling.
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The Wild Pigs of Fortune
These words, as delicate as unicorns Seeking virgins across a flowered meadow Become Wild pigs of fortune Rooting morels of richest flavor Growing in ragged rings Trailing under trees. I have dined on hope & horror That sweet & sour of life – I choose my plate & am served, The pickiest of eaters No […]
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Before the Cat Died
PREPONDERANCE Tisanes of my own making: I still say coming forward for others Is more than my own reality The vague blur of expired lenses Less keen than real perceptions The radiation of my Chernobyl life Pulsing in the machinery. My heart decides its own measure Diverging from the body’s hosting. Finding that hidden doorway, […]
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What Mortals!
Each time I return It is as a Stranger Earning again through unfamiliar lands Knowing not the traps & triggers Of permissible behavior. But a good grasp of generalities Keeps me fed. I came here for the Greatest Adventure of All Time When time was not real, but a construct in the minds of eager […]
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Revisiting the Cave
REVISITING THE CAVE When Climbing Through a Sipapu You do not question handholds. You accept rain as your due For the upcoming world expects You to be moist with dew When you emerge into Your blessing for occupying The Dry Lands. dry, as in dust-dry, bone dry. Little marrow left, whittled From warrior into Weapon. […]
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Apotheosis
PRAYERS OF THE TRAVELER The priest, the postulant, the penitent Evoke the random ministrations Of universe, pointing at my sins & laughing The Pastor said, “don’t follow your heart lest it lead To falsity…” But I’m just not that independent; I need heart to Shine my way, to filter my thoughts, to bring me To […]
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No More Mr. Nice Girl.
HOW MANY DREAMS MAKE A SAINT? (As many as prayers enwrap sin.) Make me flexible again, Lord, Bring me to that place of comfort In this everlasting body. Let me be but another Beginning One more Easter; re-admitting the Light I carry it upon me, A cape of strong silk Snapped out to stop the […]
Riding the Light 