Category: Poetry

  • Response to Northography – A Hanging in Mankato, Minnesota

    Response to Northography #262 – A Hanging in Mankato, Minnesota http://www.northography.com/responses.php?stimulus_id=262 BEYOND WORDS What to say to the image let alone the story and the history. Here in the new year we reflect back upon our deeds and misdeeds upon that which defines and builds the core we take with us. On that day, truth…

  • Time and No-Time

    Rivers flow from a source toward some destination, often into a larger collective of water.  Some flow into and merge with other rivers, some flow to destinations we do not see, and cannot ever know, such as the Brule River falling into the Devil’s Kettle. Time flows into time and back into itself.  Time is…

  • Poem – Winter

    Deep into December.  Cold sun breaks through greyed and empty clouds.  Bare skeleton trees hold the sky within elongated fingers.  The clouds speed across the horizon. Deep into December and the frozen group is also bare.  Browned land looks scarred and neglected. This season of death leaves open its secrets, the things we are not…

  • Music

    The fragmented mind scattered across the landscape slows when the clouds depart and cold settles upon everything.  There is music in that silence that each piece hears, ingests, and in turn emits a radiant light.

  • Cold

    In the season of death when cold descends from out there to here, when thoughts and focus become singular, I feel the most alive.

  • Following

    Sometimes the path taken existed previously and the footprints of an ancient people are still visible.  This path follows the border and on the other side the thin outline of the kingdom becomes visible.

  • The Return

    HZ He rises smiling from the concrete and rubble untouched, unscathed with dreadlocks he has returned. Arms raised, not to heaven not to any god – to home out there, beyond here this existence, this ill-defined reality to a birthplace mired in plasma, neo nuclear processes and colliding atomic particles. Dark matter conceals his presence…

  • Poem – War

    Touches on the war raging within and the sides taken. War Violence breeds violence even the end game harnessing power embedded within the universal chamber and corridors breeds anger, resentment, from years into centuries. This battle I will take within the war I wage with myself. The game played to unwritten rules invisible line separates…

  • Poem – Warchild’s Innocence

    Written in 1992 Standing among the ruins. He looks out over to the west, as the sun sets upon the land And the smoke billows from the ruins. Many thoughts at once run through his mind and collide. He stands alone, afraid to look. Afraid to ask. In his arms, he holds all that is…

  • Response to Northography – A Photo by Gina Kelly

    Response to Northography #253 – A Photo by Gina Kelly http://www.northography.com/responses.php?stimulus_id=253 Poem 1 – Rest bicycles succumb to rust; natures persistent chase returning forged steel to earth. paint chips lifted by ocean wind, orange and blue confetti land and rest at my feet. neither memory tarnished. Poem 2 – Dust I road from the coast…