Category Archives: Poetry

Ending a Life

My oldest friend reported recentlyher brother took his life three months ago.Her phrases dropped with such finality,they struck and haven’t left my head, althoughthey weren’t close, and half a centuryhas passed since he would terrify us so.I don’t know if … Continue reading

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Dead Heat

My office, an uninsulated shed,is chilly now to nearly March each year.I have a heater that can quickly spreadthe warmth I need to type and pedal here.But I returned from travel to a queeraroma and a noise that shouldn’t be.The … Continue reading

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The Disruptors

Her personality was always huge –she would have scared me but I have one too.And of her three offspring, her centrifugereleased a kid who’s markedly askewand difficult, diverging from the norm.The atmosphere around their house is tenseat times – two … Continue reading

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Office Address

A little left of center, just belowthe Yerba Buena midpoint of the spans,I spent most daylights many years ago,careering accidentally for scoresof clients then referred to me to growtheir wages into wealth by using timeand tax deduction. Decades whiled so,and … Continue reading

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Small Things

You know I like word origin, and wit.I tend to read 200 years ago,when writers strove to use appropriateand careful language, often mixing flowof syllable with concept, and a bitof multi-sense or syntax, chosen soa reader could enjoy the space … Continue reading

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Introspection

Observing the behavior of some friends,assessing misdirection trod by kin,and knowing where futility extendsif I were to object or just beginadvising with a grimace or a grin,I realize I should aim the scope insteadat infant implants under my own skin,and … Continue reading

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Innuendo

A revolution’s start has neither placenor time for nuance, subtlety, or laughs.A splinter group must chisel out a spacewhere every claim is deadly serious,and every member’s loyalty can gracea clan dynamic tenuously grown.So turns the tendency and limps the pace.But … Continue reading

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Pathfinder Poems

There was a young Oregon master,who set up a gnome as a casterof spells that would keepus from falling asleep.Now nobody wants to play faster. (Limerick) Thanksgiving brings ustogether for Pathfinderwhile chill Fall’s outside. (Haiku)

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Lost in Guest Space

I lost this piece of paper and my pen.I searched for them three times before sunrise:the room I used, with phone light, and againby lamplight, straining lower back and eyesto view beneath the bed and shelves, and thenI looked upstairs … Continue reading

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One Idea

I had a nervous mom. I must have learnedthe trait was good. It meant she got things done.Embracing nervousness, I often burnedwith energy that wasn’t any fun.Yet I decided to be unconcerned,and harnessed my anxiety to runproductively. But I’m reviewing … Continue reading

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