Category Archives: Poems

One Love


When you came into that room moving with … … heart-stopping … … bewitching grace, a walk to please the gods high held head, exquisite neck the sway of skirt. You picked from the pile a magazine … or was … Continue reading

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The Blue Mountains


I flew across the mountain blue today ten thousand feet above the land, exhaling morning breath all sitting mist in fissures drawn by some old Dreaming stick in days when there were only dreams, when Totem gods played in the … Continue reading

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In Grief, the Blues


On a quiet street corner Down from the cafes A blind, grey-bearded bluesman Cups hands to face Sucks and blows a slow lament. Pure notes, meaning little by themselves Strung together create meaning and the blues Notes, man, islands … … Continue reading

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Reading


I read to slow down, to stop and sink into the cadence of words. It is not about speed reading to the end. The end is not the goal. It is about being mindful for the messages and meanings of … Continue reading

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Intentions


I do not have plans; I have intentions. I intended to grow the basil to seed, to spread from there for the next year. But a flock of goldfinches Had other ideas, and landed, all dazzling red and gold, to … Continue reading

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Meditation’s Edge


It’s silent here. But not. There is this hum, and if you listen very still there is this buzz as well, this long high tone of energy connecting. I don’t know if it’s in my head or out beyond. Stark … Continue reading

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Wanderings of HD Thoreau II


From ‘House Warming’, Walden But I was interested in the preservation of the venison and the vert more than the hunters or wood-choppers, and as much as though I had been the Lord Warden himself; and if any part was … Continue reading

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Wanderings of Henry David Thoreau I


  Henry David Thoreau, Extract from ‘Baker Farm’, Walden Sometimes I rambled to pine groves, standing like temples, or like fleets at sea, full-rigged, with wavy boughs, and rippling with light, so soft and green and shady that the Druids … Continue reading

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A Message to the Neo-Liberals


You are destroying the sacred. You have lost sense Of what it is to be human, To be a people, A culture, To be of and in a place. You are destroying meaning And purpose And have replaced it With … Continue reading

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That’s My Hat!


She looks good in a Stetson, all cowgirl in her chaps. The coolest Snood reflects her mood, but she wasn’t happy with that. She tried the Lady Panama with the larger brim. The Flouncy Bonnet With the bow on it … Continue reading

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