Category Archives: poetry

A Universe in Every Mind

Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realizeThe stars are words and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words,and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am,whether in … Continue reading

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Chiaroscuro Visions

The Uses of Sorrow  (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave mea box full of darkness. It took me years to understandthat this, too, was a gift. Mary Oliver

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Palabras/Words: Poems in Spanish Translated to English #8

The Teller of Tales  When I’m walking, everythingon earth gets upand stops me and whispers to me,and what they tell me is their story. And the people walkingon the road leave me their stories,I pick them up where they fellin … Continue reading

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This Whole Beast Self: Another Beat Poet Gone

   

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Each a Crowded Vessel Drifting Alone into the Unknown

“Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. Must have been shattering. Stamped into one’s memory. … Continue reading

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