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Fracture 93: Moving the Future into the Present
(1) There, there I see you – walking along the shoreline,the sun is your companion. The ocean wind is relentlessyou continue walking into the headwind. I see pieces of you fall away and in turnthe fragments begin following you. I close my eyes and see a version of youthe you of another time. Each fragment…
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Poem – The Bridge
Years ago, after the moment passed, one of those life changing decisions that, somewhere inside, I know altered my chemistry, my core and will reside with me the rest of this life, and each that may follow, I said to myself, years from now, will I forgive, regret, or forget? Now I am here today,…
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Poem – Boundaries
In these chaotic times dancing on the edge of belief and moral code, what I see and you see are opposite, conflicting, cast across hardened boundaries fought with might until death. But, light and shadow are caused by the same processes derive from the same energy, are one in the same. Let’s pickup the fragments…
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Poem – Where I Stood
(1) Where I stood on that last day I saw you walking across the bridge. I believe you did not see me but you must have sensed my presence. When I could no longer see you I lit a cigarette and sat on a graffitied boulder near the river’s edge. (2) Let me go back…
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Poem – Fort Snelling
Another poem from the “Joline” series. (1) We walked to the river beneath the towering cement bridge. A solitary barge moved with grace and silence. Our voices were not silent. Djarum smoke filled the space between us as we took turns speaking and telling stories releasing pent-up anger. I felt your direction was directionless you…
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From one place of serenity to another we trust what we have within that one we encounter is what we are looking for.
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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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Poem – The Bridge
This piece is about the Washington Ave bridge in Minneapolis, MN. This is the same one where John Berryman (author of “Dream Songs”) jumped in 1972. The Bridge Running across the bridge Spanning the Mississippi I stay outside the maroon shelter Preferring light mist upon my face Blending with tears Crisp fall day Leaves crunching…
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Before the Fray
3:30am wakeup call It is cold and wet, but not a January cold. Cold from the dark and faint light the moon is obscured and faint. Each tree, steetlight, and house casts a cold fuzzy shadow. Something, perhaps the following moon, said to take the slower, more scenic route and I drove through the quiet…