Category Archives: Consciousness

As It Ever Was

As children and as teenagers It was brother Robert could take Everything apart. Was also The one able to put it all Back together. Or, if needed, Make something new and workable From the pieces. Head bent, molars Grinding slow, you … Continue reading

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While the Wind Tangles Your Hair

I want to sit with you in the shade While the wind tangles your hair Listening to you talk of things that exist Listening to you talk about the spectrum The spectrum on which things are portrayed The arbitrary nature … Continue reading

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Why

Because this and that sperm and egg happened to be reasonably compatible, and the gestation period passed without major complications, and our conditions at birth allowed each of us to continue breathing. Because of random mishaps avoided or not through … Continue reading

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Old Men In Love

Old men in love, awakening stiff In their joints and contemplating the hard Task of getting up into the day, Dream of past mornings. They remember cocked Hips and bent knees, and the pressing Engagements that rose reliably as green … Continue reading

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After a Hurricane

The tide green and full in the harbour, the contrary remaining winds stipple the taut swell like skin after a shiver. More rain and lightning in the forecast; the clouds still thick and dark in the west with a chance … Continue reading

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Eidolons, Baby (recent poems, November 2012)

Eidolons, baby,* that’s all we are and all we make; we, our own ghosts, are the blurred after-images the pencil traces, what the waiting shapes. *This one came from a brief conversation with Andrew Griffin about the Walt Whitman poem.

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The Dead of Winter (a pantoum resurrection pantomime)

In the oaks where the brown leaves loiter as impetuous March approaches singing empty promises of spring, the blackbirds accrete in dark clusters. As impetuous March approaches, strung with palm fronds, smeared with ashes, the blackbirds accrete in dark clusters … Continue reading

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