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5d ago
What did I know, my sophomore year,about subliminal messages from members of the opposite sex? She was older, more worldly,having just returned from her junior year abroad. I was in awe. I read her my poetry. It was all I had. She asked me to submit it to the college newspaper.She didn’t tell me she was the ..read more
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2w ago
The following blog post is an experiment in self-authoring my obituary. I am not near the end at all, so I apologize up front for any confusion it may cause. Writing one’s own obituary is one way to ensure it is done properly, accurately, and according to ones wishes. So there’s that. Also, the last ..read more
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1M ago
Y’all can imagine Washington, DC todayAbuzz with all the pomp and celebrationOf Trump’s second coming. It’s too coldTo go outside. We watch several channelsAt home on various streaming devices. This poem is a prayer for America.As much as I want it to sound upbeat,It must not demonstrate faith and adherence To any narrative that is ..read more
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1M ago
Remembering Bob Kaufman All the letters I never sent All the letters I never sent,poems written but only sharedwith special friends who digthe cut of my jib –I warehouse them (most but not all)on blogs stashed across the internets. All the morning walks I stoppedtaking after my fall,from fear, misplaced perhaps,that I might get stucksomewhere ..read more
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2M ago
Thank y’all for the birthday wishes.Where would we be without Facebook connecting us?I should write a poem about turning 69 –but 70 seems so consequential, maybe I’ll wait.The main thing is the opportunity to say thank you.We’d all be lost in this world without gratitude ..read more
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11M ago
Mercury retrograde, the solar eclipse, and taxes are due
Many won’t consider or acknowledge
the capacity of Mercury upgrade
to color, upend human events
Let the unbelievers beware –
something strange is happening
to cause all this drama,
war and earthquakes in the land.
And the eclipse –
you know it’s coming next week,
total darkness during broad daylight.
What a mindfuck that may be.
And taxes are due. No one is thinking
about the power and certainty
(as Marvin Gaye reminded us)
of taxes, death and trouble ..read more
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11M ago
the special language of bees
(from The Strangest Things in the World)
“And your Lord revealed to the Bee:
Build hives in the mountains and the trees,
and in human habitations: then eat of all the produce
and find with skill the spacious paths of the Lord.
There issues forth from within their bodies
a drink of various colors wherein there is healing
for men. Verily this is a sign for those who reflect.”
Holy Qur’an 16:68-69
Bees speak to one another in a supersonic spectrum
that humans cannot hear. They see colors in an ultraviolet
range that humans cannot see. They dance with
a precision th ..read more
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11M ago
a surreal prose poem
Karma
My mother wanted a better life for her children.
She put us in all types of extra-curricular programs
and got me a scholarship to fancy prep school
to give me a better start. My father didn’t care
for any of that stuff but much of it was useful.
I broke her heart, and my own, again and again.
It’s only karma that now the doctors tell me
I have permanent heart failure. So I have to do
a reset, change my life, my ways.
I know Mama forgives me, Daddy told me so
in a dream. And the doctors say I can expect
to live a normal lifespan if I’m careful and remember
to t ..read more
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11M ago
I have an ancient love affair with books.
Looks like an obsession when unread tomes
and well read ones fill our small apartment,
tumbling off their shelves. I’ve tried telling them
goodbye so many times. It’s just no use
parting as I find them once again.
Becoming a librarian so late
in life was bound to be a heart-breaker.
Never make the thing you love your job –
It all ends in despair. “Can’t buy me love ..read more
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11M ago
a short poem about a novel I read
a long time ago (without going back to check)
The memories are pretty fuzzy –
A history professor returns home
to visit a sick, elderly uncle who taught him
all about hunting and tracking wild game
when he was but a boy.
He has a young wife who doesn’t understand
the connection between the hunt
for one and the hunt for the other –
a different incompatibility
In seeking to make sense of it all he uncovers
some old game he’d rather not have
from a deep and distant, unknowable past.
His wife is unsympathetic and his uncle is dying
and a hidden family secret revea ..read more