Category Archives: Poetry

owl

Owlmy son and i play a game guess the animal as I drive him through my stages of grief.sea creature he says and I watch redwoods ripping by in my cardeer, I say incorrect, be says lurches back into his car seatand says why … Continue reading

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confession

confessionit wasn’t on purpose that night i sat near you before you left watching you sleep there was distance, the kind you see in between constellations in younger years leos scorpions aquarians  but it did work once. but i still watched … Continue reading

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movie

movie my son’s symphony  is spelled out in the key of l and r unspoken/unadjusted so we are at a movie  real life real early so early in fact  we get in through an  unlocked door  by accident before it’s … Continue reading

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revisionist history

i’ve been here before a wise owl, watching over the young scrambling into my nest claws scrabbling searching for prey to feed them lost in the jigsaw pierce of the night despite that i watch wait listen to the sound … Continue reading

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been a while

but im back. testing to see if this works. 😉

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anniversary

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forever, adjusted

forever,adjusted (for ck) have you ever traced the pattern of a wavelength on your lover’s back as she sleeps then wakes up? forever. have you ever lost the ability to speak when she does something as simple as loosening the … Continue reading

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quotation

quotation and i am awed at the way we talk inside of the words of others our own words coded in the lore of those before us the two of us breathing fire through the singed hides of our past … Continue reading

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dogwood

Author’s note: My grandfather passed just before my daughter’s birth in late October 2009. His birthday is November 6th, 1925. I think of him often. dogwood (for vernon wesley gause, sr.) i think of you under dogwood trees hands gnarled … Continue reading

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that time i wasn’t good and then got better and made a mixtape

..i was further north than south (re: “my winding wheel” by ryan adams). admittedly, i still quote ryan adams’ lyrics now, about 17 years after “heartbreaker” came out. what’s the difference, was it a girl then or a girl now? … Continue reading

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