Tag Archives: Writing

3 Pieces from a Journal from 6/2018

Things Occur to Me Moment by Moment   elliptical fan distortion rippling  the surface but touching nothing deeper than  gliding fish feel not  the least disturbed inches  under the surface, unknowing the peril from above, claws or oxygen in too … Continue reading

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Poems of April 2018 #2

Transfer He was misleading  The two women about his father’s ability to care for himself. He feared they would not take such a helpless man.   Dis-integration All this world wants of me is everything consumed, from beginning to end,  … Continue reading

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2 Poems from February Leaking into March

 Transportation I ride your bicycle hands,   backwards through the dark , reversed and inverted the wheel magnetized to a grid of printed instructions for unfolding origami lines  rolled balancing, over hills of rags and bags, tottering stagger plunged  and battered into muddy pulp compacted … Continue reading

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A Dangerous Woman

Ursula K. Le Guin: The Rabble-Rouser with a Gentle Smile By Neil Gaiman January 25, 2018 IN MEMORIAM   The thing about Ursula K. Le Guin was that she didn’t actually look like a rabble-rousing, bomb-throwing, dangerous woman. She had a … Continue reading

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A Little Mercy, Please.

Every body breathe in and out   minds filling with peace and  the music of forgiveness, The holiness of hands reaching  out in the darkness in hope of redemption and a door opening into a day  so bright fear cannot make … Continue reading

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