Monthly Archives: September 2015

Gone Fishing

Gone Fishing for Steelhead on the Columbia River

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Already Naked

The fir tree’s bark grows thicker with age Drive a nail into a 200 year trunk and you will not even touch wood Just the accumulation of ancient fashion An old man’s skin instead thins with time Grows paler than … Continue reading

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A Prophet Dances in the Belly of a Whale

It is the knot makes the wood worth the working The hard thing a man thinks should be avoided that makes him a prophet Not for his eloquence do Ninevites repent It’s the lingering of whale scent By a peat … Continue reading

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Waiting for the Bus

At the corner of Here St & Now I find myself waiting for a bus that isn’t coming Five years is a long time to wait The schedule says ‘Anytime’ but nowadays nothing seems to be working by a calendar … Continue reading

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Sunflower

Before the Word there is the Thought and before the Thought there emerges the Image out from the Emotion the Spirit of a Being touched by Life Touched by Pain one’s Spirit recoils withdraws into Self to soothe the Wound … Continue reading

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Autumnal Equinox

So here we are again balancing on the fine line between day no longer light and dark not quite yet night the summer now a memory winter but a shadow Today the leaves think perhaps it’s time to turn and … Continue reading

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On Certainty

Who is certain about anything but one for whom all the doors are shut all the windows locked One secure in insecurity who is no longer willing to trust anything other than the infallibility of his inerrancy He is certain! … Continue reading

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The Bridge

The forest is the bridge between the mountain & the sea Our journey is to one or the other since in the end they are both the same We forever emerge out of depths we forever ascend into heights only … Continue reading

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Rhapsody in Blue

Before we can hear the music           we have to learn to listen Before we can grasp the times            we have to learn to think Before we can feel inspiration   … Continue reading

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What Dies Will Live On

After the showers the evening sun emerges The recent rains have turned the burnt out grass green again a tender green of new growth shimmering in the sunlight What has died lives on A small thing you say and of … Continue reading

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On Poetry

Beyond the form beyond the words there lies the image Ambiguous words Forgettable form But images last indelible etchings on a mind’s mirror Any close breath will reveal them Love grows deaf passions impotent eyes beauty`blind When lips babble the … Continue reading

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Icarus Falling

It’s the way we live our lives From the middle out not from beginning to end The beginning we can’t remember The end we can’t imagine From where we are we recall & react middle out Now hangs somewhere between … Continue reading

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