Category Archives: love

Fitting In

I fill up my pockets all day long with treasures I have stumbled upon. Then at night I arrange on my table my loot by color, size and vibration. I lie on my back to hear the roots. I stand … Continue reading

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At Two Rivers Park

Here we are in Glenwood Springs. Can you write down what I’m thinking? Summer fires haze the air. Without a word we are crystal clear. I am the cheese, you the slice of whole grain bread we both bite. You … Continue reading

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four haiku on home

  She is not at home work has her til three or four what is he to do? He is still sitting at the black breakfast table not writing poems. Bills to be called on notes to be pushed through … Continue reading

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Fields of Coral

  I told my love it’s not enough to make good money and eat fine food. She said, My dear I grow so weary of settling for the perfect life. The brains behind the powers that be the smartest people … Continue reading

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Dire and Grateful

  How does died-in-the-wool turn into over-the-hill? Just maybe it’s the same way used-to-be spins into stillness. Rescued rescued afar from the falling of stars belonging to the earth. How does a hole in a tree become a window to … Continue reading

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Becoming Free Bound Up

Theories about our doings base motivation on factual and knowable scaffolding around a phenomenal castle as high as the sky. I saw my wife at the head of a phalanx of about ten followers fanning out behind her running with … Continue reading

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You Me Rêve Sueño

  I am dream. You are my morning dream catcher. I am vivid. You are my lucid apparition. Je parle en français hésitant, langue cassé. Tú hablas un dialecto raro, ojos bizcos. I am absconded without a trace of severe … Continue reading

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