prayer the sun comes rolling heat & light into my skin, my eyes – I submit, this last of summer, sweat & stink body sacrifice the way leaves will start dropping a month from now their life’s liquid chlorophyll lunch…
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Mercurial View of Autumn My friend Kathy has a zine she likes to theme around the seasons. She is a wonderful and nice person, and I’d like to have a poem about the seasons I could give to her to…
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Status Report 65 Out on my in-laws back deck falling yellow leaves slo-mo spin down onto sun shade dappled green. Windchime tinkle feathers the wind. Downhill pond reflections twinkle weeping willows languid leaning into water worn as sky. ~ Smith Next…
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4 in the morning and a single night bird breathes an aria somewhere beyond the curtain Antique ashtrays wrought amongst a thousand voices of auction fill with the ashes of chain smoked cigarettes I make more coffee I wash my…
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Illuminate Me . . Within (without pretense) All created things Comes existing something Noted in the harmonics the source of this fabric Not in the tone Not in the fibers Not in the unaware unwinding energy but in the binding…
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The Moonflower’s Sonnet on an August Night It is in this swallowing of rainbows When I connect with you our energy turns into stars to meditate upon It is in this communing When, in the same room, we create songs,…
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He used to exhibit total disregard, utter unawareness and nil worry for the emotions that poured like raw honey into morning cereal in a blue ceramic bowl on wood slab table sitting near the spoon in shafts of early light….
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Savage Gulf Cumberland Hillside of stone caves, bright trees shine where the thunder’s daughters are falling with the wind. I place my hand to the cedar scraped by antlers to gather a bundle of red sticks in the shape of…
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In and Out, Around Wiggle wobble leaf shaking in the tree, light in bright release. And endless face of hibiscus flowing flux of beauty to grace. There’s birds words and we who being seed carriers cross at song and tree….
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OPERA BY THE LAKE There was a comatose man. A woman took him to Edgewater Park and sat him in a lawn chair. Dark glasses and a baseball cap shielded his eyes from the sun. A Frisbee came sailing and…