Monthly Archives: January 2012

The Last January Stone

Wild Soul comes like some red-bellied, long-beaked bird pecking under the old bark of you searching for grubs of Regret. Not rebuke but gift.   *So you missed some days, some moments, some stones, some tears, some terrors, some conversations, … Continue reading

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Stone #19 – Syncronicities and Abandonments

Mysteriously led by syncronicities and seemingly random abandonments I arrive into this day in this skin under this particular sky :: breathing :: astonished!

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Stone #18 – Other Weathers

Somewhere the poet walks out in a city Scorched in summer heat, the sky is red with “the sun’s harsh slap”. Here, gray, a chill winter rain.   *One thing I love about The River is that it meanders around … Continue reading

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Stone #17 – or Twitter-head Poet Sees the Hawk

Like, the hawk just fell out of the sky into the flock of sparrows that, like, just vanished into thin air. It was, like, so-o-o beautiful. *Okay. So it’s all in 140 characters.

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Stone #16- The Back Edge of Dawn

I wake at the back edge of dawn, light rising in shifting swathes coloring the eastern sky. The sun now, faceted carnelian amid the trees.

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A Larger Stone – Upon Reading the Poem

The Poet I imagine sat on the bench there contemplating the figure in her sanctuary of grief, the dark face looking out, saw the nameless gift, sensed “the privacy of loss the loneness of survival”,  knew in her bones the … Continue reading

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Stone #15 – the Dragon Wakes

Dark night of the sleeping moon, the Dragon wakes, breathing his watery, rainless breath through the sapless threes. A new year dawns.

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Stone #14 – Slightly Seduced

The man with bleary eyes, a belly and smooth talk sells tires for a living. He’s good at it. I feel slightly seduced. My Toyota is happy.

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Stone #13 – Feeding the Fire

I sit by the hearth feeding the fire. Five years of pages covered with numbers flare and turn to ash. Tomorrow – the year of the Dragon.

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Stone #12 – Silent Shadow

  A silent shadow soars over the sunless garden where uncountable sparrows suddenly scatter.  

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