conversations with the eternal

  conversations with the eternal reporting home    in what scene does dialogue exist? the moment of birth when you no longer change your intent.  when you stub your toe beneath the moon.  over the bowl of cereal, breakfast they say.  when you sleep.  when you ask for toast.  inside a perfect kiss, perchance not even lips to lips.  maybe with [...]

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the gentle art of making fire

poem for We Write Poems, prompt #48, the art of making fire the gentle art of making fire rub any two words together. add salts, same as soil does. imagine dance. imagine molecules. imagine no choice.  falling free. whisper desire into ears of wheat. be father like stone.  a seed. be mother like rain.  illuminate. imagine breathing sky. [...]

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A rake and leaves

A rake and leaves Abstraction is why I ask, keep simple words with me. A bear, a fish, alone a creek in wildness no one sees. Crayon to palm expressed like milk as a child sees. More better unruled hand, only stray wind drives. Honey sun, lain like drying fruit, and overnight the moon. Sketches [...]

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Second shade

Second shade   There is smoke inside the leaves. There is lightning inside the weeds. One ridge away outward of sight a close moment awaits, when      everything speaks.   Town folk walk upon what that canopy  of oak inscribes, brittle summer’s breath. Mounded shield leaves a rake will gather, a match transform.  And [...]

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More like a sketch

More like a sketch     More like a sketch in chalk they pass you by mid-stride, in the middle of a page, one immediate thought now smudged.   Leaning on the back of a bench taking what shade you shelter within.   Red and spidered, casting their net ahead. Rushing the corner into rounder [...]

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Uvas canyon fire

Uvas canyon fire     Smoke settles low in wrinkled valleys reluctant to depart the sweet sage cradle      where first blossom newly arose.   One prayer of oak and brush says,      take me into blue sky.   Today the creeks folded, and all dreaming said simply, I have no name in this dawn. [...]

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