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Poem – Black Tunnel
Photo from http://www.panoramio.com/photo/38968052 The black tunnel begins and ends with light. In between is unknown, and unwritten… Local rumors and heresy from people who may or may not have passed through speak of witchcraft, ghosts, spirits, deities, demons, and nothing but an empty black tunnel burrowed through Cathedral Mountain. Since the time I can remember, the…
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Poem – Family
The months slip away – winter falls into spring summer slides into winter. September lays at our feet – and we bask in the smoke and mesquite from the bbq. Glasses and bottles raised – a toast to here and now and to Kyle over there. Later afternoon becomes evening and the precious time we…
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Poem – Time
measured paces of swift moving feet across ocean sands. years pacing back and forth what am I waiting for? what passed through here first? in the time of no time what do we measure ourselves and forward progress against? what passes between moments? do music beats sound different? the sea crashes against shipwrecked fishing vessel,…
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Poetry and Remembrance
In remembrance of today, I have posted 4 poems I wrote about 9/11. This is also in honor of my step-son, Kyle, who is currently deployed. Poems are located here: 9/11 9/11 – Imagine 9/11 – 3-Years 9/11 – Never Forget
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Honored and Humbled
This evening was my first poetry reading ever, and was of a poem recently published in Lief Magazine. I was nervous as hell, as public speaking is something I have been good at avoiding. The editors of Lief, Mike Finley and Danny Klecko, were gracious in accepting the poem “Playground” and asking me to read…
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Poem – Fire, #1
The gathering around the stone circle Each tells a story in turn and the others listen closely, intently. Silent agreement with folded hands, clear hooded minds and the thickening smoke pushes each inside with eyes closed. I peer through the smoke at the blackening sky concealed by city lights and city of industries. What is…
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Poem – Russia, Khimki
the edge of Khimki forest bathing in autumn sun hides the black earth. ravens take flight minutes before the distant grinding treads roll through fields. we watch near but yet unseen by the men in green we have donned gas masks and white suits an early snowfall shields the form we have taken. and the…
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Observation this evening
We live near a short-term care facility and often see people in wheelchairs as family spends time with them and helps them to enjoy the outdoors, such as today. What I saw this evening, has caused me to step back a bit, and remember my grandmother. Seeing an individual with dementia, and those moments when…
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New Poem – excerpt from “Joline”
Some days later the sun left the afternoon sky. Replaced with nothing, leaving star dust and dark matter in its wake, what I did see vanished. Afraid to move or make any sounds, I went within myself and the dream became distant, confusing – a distraction. After some time passed I ran and hid beneath…
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Don’t forget your boots
The long walk through the valley overshadowed by the mountains. Don’t forget your boots. Sand upon sand the layered earth covers fragments, shells, and mines. Don’t forget your boots. I do not pretend to understand or relate I have not been there – I am here gazing at the stars washed in the moonlight filled…