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What Can Be Seen
I’ve been thinking, again, of you and others. How something we don’t understand binds this universe together. That the dark matter of our brains may be what makes us who we are. How instinct, genetics, and experience weave together in a rope we may use to climb or tie or hang ourselves. Or others. How… Continue reading
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The Blue Bed
I sleep on a high blue bedbetween clouded mountains.I am growing a new brain.This one will be sparklyand fine; it will floatin the fluid of compassion. I sleep flanked by two finedogs on a high blue bed between brushed greencotton and purple flannel.I am growing a new heart.I will beat to the rhythm of dreams.… Continue reading
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Poem to the Editor
Dear Editor: I am writing to warn you of a con- spiracy that threatens our civil life. Ordinary poets are blogging on current events! They are fomenting strife and discontent with our fine government. They are everywhere on the internets! Instead of writing well-rhymed sentiments on ancient gods or abandoned bird nests they are composing… Continue reading
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What It Is
Because this is in long lines, I made the poem into an image; click it to bring up a larger version: Here is the poem in text, with broken lines… I send you these three things: a sparrow, an autumn leaf, a squirrel. You send the squirrel back.I send you a… Continue reading
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