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Dreamsong*

How now the brown cow that boogies with the moon? The cat in the field scratches the grass and stokes the grey mare to water the grass. How now know what cannons know and where are the dreams that set … Continue reading

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Roseheart

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Digital Sonnet

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While

While poets write surface words paradoxically penet/rating consciousness where feelings go deep, I blow a/part language, words and syntax, with p(h/r)oton guns, accelerated with sl/ashes and paren(theses into elemental particles, underlining letters, hidden meaning, qua(i/r)ks, strange associations, new, clear spin, … Continue reading

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Check, Mate

Check, Mate* We don’t own our children, we rent them. –after Kahil Gibran No mere groping play)mate’s chess/t, groping for answers. No mere wor(l)d play. Pregnant within this aborted poem is (to be or not to be) the question. As … Continue reading

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Erased

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Liberating Arts and Sciences

Between (H)eaven and (H)ell– (O)nly the flask of poetry can contain the chemistry of my volatile, earthy emotions. Catalysed by platinum metaphors, sparked by insight, [a BIG BANG, new wor(l)ds form fr(om the uni-verse of po*etry heat dissipates, the void … Continue reading

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Ring Around the Rosie, Another look

  Part 1 round and round, summer, fall, winter, sp(ring around the rosy) poets recycle (pocket full of posy) life and dea[r]th sentences– no period at the end my men(o)pause no periods no point (ashes, ashes) stuck, depthless on a … Continue reading

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What is T?

T.S. Elliot’s first name but no waste land? A drink, a ceremony, a time of contemplation? A shirt to wear with jeans? What is T?  Two lines at cross purposes? A cover for Ph.D.s arguing two angles, both of them right? … Continue reading

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-T

For us believing physicists the distinction between the past, the present, and the future is only an illusion–Albert Einstein Puzzle of physicists, real as negative numbers, a second chance, wonder of memory, yearning to return. but all is now t … Continue reading

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