'…a major destabilizing influence'
I want to write about How Covid-19 is not the biggest setback That this country has faced. Granted, it has set us back irretrievably So the life we lived before the pandemic Is a memory. Speaking of memories, And with plenty of time on my hands, I need to talk about Something that happened in …
Fire in the shithouse Salt in the sea Nothing in the mirror No reflection on me Night in just 12 hours Gray skies at 4 Sour grapes for breakfast Package at the door Sitting in a pricker bush How did I get here Good-night so tired Turning on my ear What’s in your wallet What’s …
I’m 69 years old, Living at the end of a long dirt road and drive. They haven’t called me back to work yet But I imagine it won’t be long. (My job that I get a paycheck for Is not quite essential.) I haven’t been to town for a long time. My car has been …
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The Earth is our beloved grandmother Lying mortally ill in a nursing home (Did you think that she was my grandmother? For surely I thought she was yours) Or is she in a hospital ICU? I’m telling you we have lost her She is everyone’s Grandmother Struggling to breathe When Covid-19 slowed us down (Her …
They come from space From the space station They look nice All dressed the same Germ free Straight from the mission Dream alert What is That distant sound Trying to get through my tinnitus? Could that be Gabriel’s horn? I’m not ready Spirit walk with me I don’t like …
I don’t want to write about the pandemic But how it took my voice away Which is a hard thing to do Because to write I need my voice All I can do is use the voice I have To write about How and when I lost it It happened about 4 weeks ago I …
I’m an introvert. As an introvert I prefer not to talk unless I have something to say. We introverts have a lot going on in our heads that stays there if we can’t find a way to express or give form to it, to our truth I mean. For me, working with dreams taps into …
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Alone How long can this go on? We knew this could happen But we thought it never would We told stories about things like this Just to cover our bases because we knew Or so it was written: The universe is not predictable So we tried to hold off the inevitable By second guessing …
I saw you coming Years ago Did you see me When I closed my eyes I closed my eyes To everything but you For a millisecond Did you hear me Talking to you From the rocky edges of an island Over the surf Did you hear me Calling out in the meadow Where the …
We are revisiting a poem I wrote in 2016 that was inspired by the sparrow showing up at Bernie’s rally in Portland OR titled ‘One Day in the Asylum’ But first I want to say something about poetic truth and reality. As I get older I tend to experience the world as increasingly soulful. But …
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