Existential
My Love’s A Lion’s Mane
My love’s a lion’s maneundersea massive beingtangled tentacles outreachingburning soul mate stingingthe perfect knotsuch a sweet spotno real eyes needing.
MorePoetry Thrives
My poetry pays rent in a pop-up tent
under a busy overpass,
growing like marram grass by a brackish sea.
It dwells in the mosaic empty spaces left behind
by winter’s nudist trees.
Meditative Monk-Inkblot Poetry
I penned this brevity for a contest last year about this same time. It was a great exercise to try and write a 50-word response using one of Rorschach’s Inkblots as inspiration, so I extend this challenge to you. Pick a blot and see what follows. Be sure to link your creations to my post […]
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Over-Planned Community
The stain smells sorta like a pine, but every grape can’t be pressed to wine.
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Trash Truth
Black bags triple tieda mountainside of mistakesstretch-marked sidespuddles of toxic probitypoked free from last night’s leaksrot smell lingers for weekssomeone’s cruel ideaof discreet.
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Just Before 2
Time is a candlelit at birth,burning through your life.extinguished by strength,a harsh wind of a worryor the slow burn of a lifetime. Time is a nailhammering Christon his crooked cross.Believe he is the sunoffering you one-way eternityunder his glow. Time is illusion,marbled moonlight,creating lunar reflection.Follow her cyclical gameand always returnfrom whence you came. Below the […]
MoreBlossoming Sunset
Fell asleep beneath your fallen boughs, woke with luck at dusk. The thickest air, my private patio, your fallen black and blue, a perfect towel, for lounging in the setting sun, my pool. Forgetting pride, within your shadow I reveal what poets hide. My verse, a final minty kiss on scarred higher ground. My hands […]
MoreOverhauled
Bulldozers remodel neighbor’s home, fallen timbers unforgiven. Pot-bellied men pin and tuck saggy bits, resurfacing structure. Gaudy new facade exposes more faults than it conceals. Happy NaPoWriMo Day20. Today’s prompt is to write a new poem form for me called a Sijo. This is a traditional Korean poetic form. Like the haiku, it has three […]
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Ethereality
Cosmic plasmaexpanding from the lungs,exploding in swing song,the call and response of billions of years,playing our tune for the Almighty’s ears.Eternal expressions remain the same,jet streams of joy join hands withserious surface tension to expand.Despite the glow, the pop, the drain,being’s just another bubble blowingbecause of strain.
MoreMy Even-Keeled Kayak
In moments of anxiety,self-ruination,fear and agitation,it’s easier to allowmy soul to sit up straight,grab the prefrontal oarsof memory,and propel my canoed body,over the raging rapidsof today’s gorge.
MoreSurvival of the Silliest
Because we’ve neglected to get better, isn’t our generation far worse than its predecessors? It’s surely not survival of the fittest driving humankind’s existence like a bodybuilding, cross-fit marathon without end. No, buff bodies and battle-ax minds are often the first casualties of wars, diseases, and famines. Bright flames make the biggest targets. I dare […]
MoreTombstones & Ice Cream Cones
Biking to the open market,slushy flakes evaporateas soon as they touch down.My pedals squeakpast ice cream conessold beside tombstones.What endless varietyavailable in each!We delight in the flavorof our coldstone treats. Tombstonesand ice cream cones,booming early spring.Handcrafted curvaturesgranite gelatos,all the distinct shadesof stele sorbets;pillars of relief,sold as solid,sugary grief. Tombstonesand ice cream cones;what a motif!Moments of […]
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Yard Sale of Thoughts 