Oct
22
2022
the squirrel in the tree
i almost can’t see
racing hard
against gravity’s sunrise
hurry hurry
mask survival
in the distance
screams of geese
folding wings
to cold dark water
ever-floating
weary bones
through a litany
of maps
named somewhere
we’re all hearing
the same bold song
set loose
in a blistering sky
all huddled for warmth
beneath fleece
or feather
the ogre
and the ingenue
wrapped together
in the velvet clip
of silence
listening
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Oct
16
2022
release the girl you buried in sand
the broken mug you carried in hand
release the sun you held like rain
the bitter voice that slipped your name
release the carry
the call
the fall
release the heartbreak
of us all
release the truth you thought you knew
release the lies that no one threw
release the center
raw and runny
release the words that can’t be funny
release the cry
the sigh
the tarry
release the rhyme
the time
the merry
release the weight that broke your bones
release the scars carved from stone
release the hate
the love
the fear
release the flaws
that brought you here
…
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Sep
27
2022
i broke the last egg
as you gathered
berries
it wasn’t breakfast
we were hunting
sideways and
loop-edged
in the miracle
of kitchen
crumb-crunch on the floor
fresh bread
daily broken
the sound so much less
than silence
scriff-scruff
and ground level
eyes never met
through a limerick
of dance
you were always so bawdy
and i was the pattern
true pitch
ticking time
to your song
of burnt flesh,
soft toast,
crooked finger
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Sep
11
2022
twenty-one years later
that’s what we call it
not nine eleven oh one
not September 11, 2001
just
nine eleven
two words
three digits
two towers
four planes
thousands
of
mothers
fathers
daughters
sons
sisters
brothers
wives
husbands
aunts
uncles
girlfriends
boyfriends
not statistics
falling
from
the
sky
not dates
or where were you’s
just whole hearts
in odd numbers
each one
the only necessary
evidence
of love
::
.
.
I wrote this for the 10-year anniversary
of this tragic, horrid event.
I am re-posting it again today, in honor of all those hearts.
Never forget.
.
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Sep
11
2022
because all the mirrors
are broken
and your reflection
always hung
slightly crooked
framed by deckled edge
and past perturbance
and i
forever-settled
for the spot-speckled
lower left corner
while you took
center stage
with your soliloquy
of silence
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Sep
1
2022
and today I’m at the edge
of waves and water
water and waves
rolling sound and
rumbling cloud
tumble stumble
roam-rambling
around and around
and around
bent clock chiming
a litany of blue
false mirror memories
written only in sand
waves and water
water and waves
wearing down bone-sharp corners and
twisted-knife wounds
bash-crashing
ripple dancing
up the coast of blind deception
drowning out the sound
of simple silence
concealed in the shade
of broken boulders
pounding
washing
polishing
clean
these broken-tainted
pickled ghosts
drinking rich
from thirst’s existence
…
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Jul
31
2022
and everything i gave you was lost
and everything you took from me was broken
and today it’s just me
and
this blanket and this cat
and this blue brutal happiness of nothing
and i have nowhere to go
nowhere to put these feelings
everywhere i try to set them down
starts a fire
it’s sunday and no one
can fix my sky.
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Apr
30
2022
and
the beauty of brittle
the freedom of
letting go
holding hands with life’s sadness
old loves on a corner
with no place to meet
the silence of soliloquy
or the tree
that falls
to tell its own story
setting seed
also known as
forgiveness
…
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Apr
14
2022
windows
wide open
for a moment
of fresh
inhale
exhale
bounce off
horizon
bird song dawn
and sunset singing
we’re all here
spreading green
it’s all new
all old
the same
same
circle
always here
lending
a hand
…
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Apr
10
2022
yesterday i saw
just floating along
on this river of tall information
a tiny white scrap
inscribed with the words:
survival isn’t enough
a meme or a tweet or a post by a host
dropped by someone post-haste in the knowing
as with so many lines caught deep in the waves
of this infinite brick-brackish water
and i smiled to myself
just a flash
before thinking
oh child just you wait
because darling
survival
is
plenty
and yes
there is always much more
we can do with its gift
more to learn
more to love
more to cherish
but oh, my friend
in the color of end
survival
is quite simply
being
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