Category Archives: Poetry

Disturbances

They’re not what I call nightmares, but they’re dreamsI’d rather not remember when I wake.I’m not a bit prophetic but the themesof death or sinking health repel my peace.An infant drowned, a brother lost, extremesof fleeting tragedy, including deaththat happened … Continue reading →

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No Blacklist Please

Our lives are too complex to be reducedto elegant synopses. Fairy talesare straight; by myths we all can be seduced.But black-and-white applied to being fails.Reality is complicated – loosedat us in living color. Truth entailswe grant it all its spectra … Continue reading →

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Persimmon Leaves

Persimmon leaves beadthe tips of naked branchesand signify spring.

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Those Absent Minds

Those absent minds encountered on the streetare resident in bodies of all kinds,and they are not aware. I cannot greetthose absent minds. As if equipped with plugs in ears and blindsfor eyes, all sense devoted to completeattention on their phones … Continue reading →

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Neuronics

I think we sense our brains before our hands.Or maybe that’s just how it felt to me,for after all, the memory commandswithin the skull. As far back as I seeI recollect impressions, thoughts, and sense.The stimuli would teach and too … Continue reading →

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Post Hiatus Post

Between the cold and travel, my routinefor daily exercise was put on hold.And three-week interruptions always meana rough return to work now I’m this old.I woke a little hesitant, and toldmyself I’m well enough to ride today.Reluctance won’t prevail; I’m … Continue reading →

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Never on Wednesday?

On normal Wednesdays, I depart my placefrom 10 a.m. till after 8 at night.I daily make my bed – there’s little spacefor messiness – my one-room house is tight.I smooth the covers and I turn to faceoutside, away. I come … Continue reading →

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Bleak House

Our species moribund, the planet ill,the future’s shape no longer indistinct,although it may take centuries to killus off, it seems civility has peaked.Now courtesy has tumbled from a hill,engendering an avalanche of dirtthat buries kindness in a dire spill.Before humanity … Continue reading →

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Treatment

My esthetician recommends I paya visit to her once a month (or two).And though it’s superficial, I displaymy face quite frequently, to me and you.So rising, first I bathe and use shampoo,and then I walk an hour to her couch,where … Continue reading →

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Dawn v Dusk

If darkest pre-dawn,perhaps it will be lightestright before sunset.

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