Posted in Poetry, tagged Art, Barack Obama, Brilliance, Death, Kittens, Movies, Poetry, Puppies, Sliding doors, Target, Toothpaste on March 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Red beacon of thrift, next to Happy Teryiaki.
Shitting parking lot, too long and too short to be honest.
Sleet and snow and shit fall from the sky.
It’s raining like puppies and kittens,
with parachutes of course.
Nobody likes splattered puppies and kittens.
Sliding doors, they know just when I call,
Wet shopping carts, none even in the front.
All are wet.
I [...]
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Life, Olympia, Poetry, writing on February 13, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I am warming up the water
To the concept of getting warm.
I dunk my wrists in,
The water is getting cold.
Can you hear me?
You invisible soul.
The world is getting brighter.
My haircuts better than
The one I woke up with.
The streets are lifeless
But full of light.
The windows are good for leering,
As long as you have the sight.
I am happy,
I [...]
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Posted in Poetry on January 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
sometimes days come without an ending
you don’t sleep where you awoke
sometimes there’s a someday or a maybe
that comes to a life in the basement of your home
when they said this was the new year
did they mean time wouldn’t be indifferent anymore?
there ain’t no difference between what’s said on sunday morning
and what we hear on saturday [...]
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Posted in Poetry on January 12, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
crooked reminders of salted things,
occasions, parties, good songs, long drives
hands held as eyes meet the (our) horizon
toes curled on lousy living room carpets,
stinking belligerent thoughts,
wafts in the darkness,
war on headlines, brushed into the corner,
arrows pointing down, bent and battered in our recycling bin
the air breathes, and memorizes, itself,
words write themselves on crooked bent wrists,
coming alive, [...]
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Air, Art, Bainbridge Island, Barack Obama, Berryman, Breath, Cigarettes, Hearing, Heaven, Love, Music, Olympia, Poetry, The Other, Voices, Water on January 1, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I.
A voice announced itself.
It moved through wood and words, and met my ears
I walked calm through the forest, where wet palms met.
A pink guide found the shore ahead.
Centuries collided, as stars from yellow explosions,
With the vast black solemn space as the backdrop
Hung on wire and thread.
The clouds paced.
Islands evaporated.
Memories lost weight.
And I saw myself running,
In [...]
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Barack Obama, Evergreen, Ideas, Love, Medicine, Obects, Olympia, Poetry, Sex, Truth, Whitman on December 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
An object or an idea?
The actual, or the urge for more?
Desires speak for themselves.
Are we the sun, or its memories?
Satisfaction is an awkward word,
It flinches before it’s worn.
The body, or the hearts mind?
The image, or the pet name that slips off our tongues?
Our dust pumps hearts, and we love what glistens the sun
Our hearts [...]
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Two explorers,
Circumcise the nation.
Regarding death, it hangs like the cold breath of winter.
Back home,
Existence was a wolf that was poorly fed.
One was a writer.
A bore at parties.
Unready hearts hold trembling limbs,
His limbs hiccup smoke,
He lingers on minute and dreadful thoughts,
Not quite a patient attendant to salvation.
Solitude knows better,
It sees ground as history.
Disregarding crutches of novels,
“stand [...]
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Death, Night, Poetry on October 6, 2008 | 1 Comment »
In the morrow between night and dark,
were three figures born apart.
On scattered earth, they split apart,
Saw tongues of gravel, dodged sheets of rock.
There, I sat between such sparks,
The railroad tracks, drift into the mud.
In vibrating flesh, these figures depart.
My air hangs loose beneath my breath,
Stafford’s memory on the road ahead,
I am alone with my machine, [...]
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Alcohol, Bainbridge Island, Barack Obama, Food, Friendship, Love, Poetry, Relationships, Sarah Palin, Time on September 17, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Since we’ve started being friends,
Things between us just haven’t been the same.
We’d stay up late most nights,
Let it all roll over.
And lately,
I’ve tried to speak more clearly
And lately,
I haven’t been at my best.
But damn sure not my worst,
The in betweens make me burst.
And you’ve always been there,
As a shoulder and a voice,
You’ve always been there,
To [...]
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Posted in Fiction, Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged Art, Barack Obama, Beauty, Berryman, Bill Arney, Community, Death, God Particle, Newsom, Thomas Mann, Thoreau, Truth on September 12, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I’m having trouble finding where to start.
I find myself late in moments. Dizzy in a hue of spurting stanzas, babbling syllables.
Friends talk about art and community and it makes sense. There is a hook and taste.
No reel or bait.
I pour one more.
Breathe easier, nobody asks any questions anyway.
I think about mimicry and copying. I read other peoples [...]
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