Category Archives: poetry

The gyre 

16 Tuesday Jun 2015

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Swim the gyre.
The vortex expands until you do.
Intensifies.
The dreams reminding you,
the memories calling you,
the photos, smells, unwanted messages,
all the excuses you give yourself
not to look-
mean there’s every reason you must.
Make the agreement
between you and You
to carry on, carry forward, look widely,
deeply, where your lids normally squeeze shut.
Enter the gyre. Slowly.
(Remember, you breathe.)
No greater kindness
could ever be afforded You.

The restaurant

05 Friday Jun 2015

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A woman enters the restaurant,

angry,

and stands by a table where two men sit.

Words are exchanged,

an expectation was not met.

They invite her to join.

She leaves instead.

One man

leans

towards

the other-

quiet remarks are made.

They pick up their shots

and clink glasses in smiling agreement

before reaching for their fries.

An unreasonable flavor

05 Friday Jun 2015

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Events arise and show you 

you can be made of jello-

in some especially unreasonable flavor like kiwi-

and your mind starts spinning and nothing is working and

everything seems wrong and

you’re busted, no broken, no worse

and

and

on and on and on

until

you stop believing,

look around,

recall that you’re breathing

in a flowering burst of recognition

that you simply

have

more to heal.

The rocky lip

05 Friday Jun 2015

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You climb the mountain,

slow step after conscious step,

and see before you stones, sharp underfoot,

angular in the strong sun..

Sweat beads and drips and

it’s a recognizable salty pleasure but

water,

water is good.

Sparse trees

bent

by the wind-

forbs wiggle in it,

hair every which way from it.

Steadily on, you walk,

glad for movement.

The peak looms large, but your tongue

and mind taste it.

Finally there- moments from the top- 

and breathing deepens, eases, you

sigh.

Reaching the rocky lip,

not caring your laces drag behind,

you hook thumb under strap 

of your heavy pack,

welcoming a stretch of rest..

When

you glimpse 

what didn’t seem likely- not now,

not here,

not this,

but another peak in a range the map said

was done-

Oh unexplained territory,

unforetold valley and mountain ahead..

Silly map.

No one can ever anticipate

what lies ahead

for only you.

Adrift

28 Thursday May 2015

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Adrift,

alone and wandering…

time to tend closely.

Fear rises with groundlessness-

unanswered questions

become the new earth to tread.

Being nowhere

requires patience.

Patience, the bone builder,

the strength bringer,

the knowing one;

She who comes to a whisper

yet stays only with grunts.

Approach softly 

and keep your mental seat.

Carving pathways demands

sustained effort.

Laughter rises upon landing

in the open arms of the unknown-

we deceive ourselves if we think

it’s ever any different.

If you want

27 Wednesday May 2015

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Stop drilling

your eyes

into

me.

Otherwise,

those bits built for wood

will bite

metal.

I’ve depths your dreams don’t even reach,

were it not so

you’d know better than to seek thus.

Fasten yourself, if you want 

the sensuous ride-

let go and fall

inward.

There

you 

will

find

Me,

the bodiless

embodiment–

She who has no name.


She leaves behind

25 Monday May 2015

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She leaves behind

a constriction of heart,

with protective, limited beating, and

steps into a centerless center

with rivers vast..

tributaries both drawing and feeding..

Headwaters spring silently

out of mountains, and build depth 

hollowing gorges.

Miles and miles

of woven waterways, each

with a Song.

Her heart is no longer an organ but

a Way

with rhythm.

What keeps a day

25 Monday May 2015

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Olives here taste of rooted earth,

perfume,

undissolved salt…

in minute crystals.

I am as lopsided as any human,

careful with my creations but learning

as often as the sun is rising-

anywhere.

What is golden to my eye may appear blue

to you.

Isn’t that what keeps a day

and a long-stretching night ripe

with intrigue and a mineral calm?

The Aegean waits for my skin

to touch it again.

Fruiting trees observe

with time’s ease and abundance.

My own sorrows are meaningless

in sight of Beauty,

they are salt

added to the Sea.

He sits

24 Sunday May 2015

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He sits,

this man in his garden,

on an upturned bucket

in the afternoon shade of an olive tree, 

smoking a cigarette.

His downward gaze surveys lines

of young plants, his recent work,

and plucks whatever potential-

of lazy thought

of future harvest

of aches, of history-

of each inhalation in his own world

where bees hover 

to take him in.