Monthly Archives: August 2013

Drafts

Drafts* of orange sunrise,   yet no north- eastern orb   to light long shadows through bare trees.   Apple blossoms still, no chorus of songbirds   or Johnnie one-notes morse-coding messages,   as early risers, draftees of the new … Continue reading

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Bandits

  Bandits lumber across my roof, steal my sleep under cover of darkness   I see their dark eyes behind black masks. Will they again make a thieves’ den in our attic, wild within the belly of our home, escape … Continue reading

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Triple Portrait

 Painting adapting a photo in a pharmaceutical ad It swirls around him, weighs upon his brain, squashes hope, psychic tumor grows like a ball of string tied in a thousand knots, wound by wounds, no single catastrophe, but wave upon … Continue reading

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Trip)ping

The day was sunny and clear, The winds were calm, The pilot inexperienced, As we flew from Centennial Airport To the tiny airport at Fort Lyons. From the sky we could see Farmer’s fields with irrigation ditches Surrounding the short … Continue reading

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Narcissus

  Narcissus so saw his reflection in the pool that he, like Oedipus, lost sight of himself

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Falling Upward

Our choices give us voices Or we babble with the brook. Though with guilt for blood spilt, We must see; we can’t just look.  

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After After the Fall*

  Jean-Baptiste, judge un-penitent, Tied are we to your covenant. Like mariner with wedding guest, You cleave us to y(our soul’s unrest. Our negative spaces, where water, now land. Seduced by your traces, we’re Amsterdammed. *by Albert Camus * Doublet{s[(I)n]} … Continue reading

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Dog’s Life

What would it be like to lead a dog’s life and not know you lead a dog’s life? Dogs do.

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No Wonder, Doggerel

“As knowledge increases, so does the number of people believing in superstitions.”[Article in the Boulder Daily Camera] “The amount of people attending churches is up.” [Fact] Rather than wonder, we carve a little knowledge out of the great unknown and … Continue reading

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