Category Archives: poetry

Notes From the Shadows #1

“I discovered that if one looks a little closer at this beautiful world, there are always red ants underneath.” David Lynch “The trouble with the world is it’s three drinks behind.” Rick from “Casablanca” “Upon this gifted age, in its … Continue reading

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Fool’s Journey #3: Wherever You Are, There Is Another Door.

Smoke Smoke’s way’s a good way– find, or be rebuffed and gone: a day and a day, the whole world home. – Smoke? Into the mountains I guess a long time ago. Once here, yes, everywhere. Say anything? No. – … Continue reading

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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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