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Poems: So What If?
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Finally upon the edge. Mud on my shoes. I have reached the moment I was made for. It was no easy thing to get here. Across the gravel of yesterdays. So what if I've never been anywhere else? White Plains, NY, 2014.02.26. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 160;since birth in 1959; . A former assistant professor of philosophy;. Proud Dad of Morgen, John, and Yency (all adults now);. Since 2000, blissfully wed to Rev. LoraKim Joyner. Now a UU community minister. Since 2001, a Zen practitioner and student;.
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Poems: Philosophy Class
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Standing before me after class. Says his thoughts go off in wild directions. When he tries to explain his way through one of my questions. He hasn't the skill - and half-doubts the possibility of it - to tie. Much of a knot. Or to weave the colored strands into coherence. In his eyes I see the facade of frustration about this. Under that: wonderment,. And the birthing of a brand new baby hope. We old professors who have midwifed a thousand such. Gainesville, 2009.03.31. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Poems: Ometepe
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Hey, you, on the island of Ometepe, among the twin explosive breasts of conceiving and wood. The latter petrified),. You, among the tourists farmers plaintains parrots. Counting any of the last whose napes are yellow). You, the weird, wired Amazon princess,. You, with the out-of-season breeding season, standing in the feeding area where divergent cycles coalesce,. Conversing with the devil. Swimming to get dry. I cannot open my mouth to preach a single word. How can the rain reach land? I am missing you.
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Poems: Black Tresses Still
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On white bodies spill. Her long fingers curling,. Strong, lost eyes there burning . . . Lips quiver their redness. To swallow at thrill. Neck pulsates, throat gestures,. Her whole body gasping,. Arms constantly moving . . . Years later I found her. As death sent its chill. Her pallid eyes open. Now here she lies rotting. Neath this very hill. Lips of no redness. No breath at all . . . Carrollton, GA, 1980. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 160;since birth in 1959; . 160;in Gainesville, FL. This morning...
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Poems: Terminal Illness
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That year I turned 20. I had a lover, a friend, and a class to teach. Penny was the lover, April the friend, "10th Grade Indep Studies" the class. Went to see April at her apartment this evening. We were silly and giggled for an hour or more. Then we got all morose and despairing for even longer. This is a pattern we've followed before. Last time, by the time I got back to my apartment, I felt better. This time the rottenness coagulated and stuck. Penny says all I talk about is my students. My students s...
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Poems: Beast-Machine
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When I roll by on my bicycle. My noise is too small and random. To register as threat. The gopher tortoise by the sandy road home. Doesn't flinch until I am some yards by. I round the house, pedaling to the back shed, and. A pileated is on the ground, working a stump. I watch him as I coast by, nearly bump a tree, swerve. Only then does his magically red crest. Swing up and his vast obsidian wings lift. Tomorrow something will scare me. I will react in fear and flinch or fly. Gainesville, 2009.04. First ...
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Poems: Exactly
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A patient on an addiction-recovery ward asked the chaplain, “How can my family ever trust me? 8220;Exactly,” replied the chaplain. Marion Thullbery’s dissertation. I sat up in bed, said,. God, I disappoint. Ticking clock answered: Ex-act-ly. Stood at the window to the dark outside. Said,. God, I'm still gone so much. Nearly-full moon, setting, said: Just so. Blearied to the kitchen, rattled coffee makings. Said,. God, the Earth groans, and I consume so much. The wind blew through the trees,. 2013 - prese...
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Poems: Thank You, Earth
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Thank You, Earth. Thank you, Earth. Thank you for air. Morning rising beauty of hope,. Evening setting grace of gratitude. My brain processes the light that comes from the sky as blue –. I’m not clear on why. Or how a bunch of neurons does that. And chlorophyll is green because, I don’t know. I just know the blue sky and the green grass and trees. I don’t know why blood is red, either,. The vivid aliveness motion inside me, and us. Or why flower blossoms are so variously, brightly colored. Maybe they are...
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Poems: Beautiful-Useless
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I went to the shoe-shine stand at the Charlotte airport,. Got the works from a man with quick hands, and a Jamaican accent. Today I'm lookin' sharp in my shiny, shiny shoes. And I'm comfy warm in my longjohns. All a waste, I guess -. Let's all the humans get in spaceships and leave. This planet to the parrots. In my longjohns and my shiny, shiny shoes. Minneapolis, 2013.02.16. Wrote this in an email to LoraKim from a hotel in Minneapolis. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 160;since birth in 1959; .
