Category Archives: Poesy-Prosey-Artsy

scribbles that look like poems but don’t scan nor rhyme; or else they look like regular writing – in which case they are prose; or they are pictures (which look like neither)…

antipodes/syzygy

love’s antipodes/ – an indifferent terrain-/ offers sole refuge   better to tune in/ present; turned-toward,  hearts open/ aligned in syzygy

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Unrealizations/shadowplay

Late evening shadowplay signals – come see – seductive presentness fleeting unreality

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as muted calm stills

Ripples babble spry too soon: freshet currents quiet as muted calm stills

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Ed and Ikaika’s 5 Minute Writing Spree

In 1988 I was teaching and tutoring, while also picking up the odd engineering consulting jobs and helping men die. One of my students was Ikaika, a boy who had difficulty writing. In my diary for March 11 1988, I … Continue reading

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Prayertouch

window lines frame white light floods your silence while talking to God you touched my love making a trinity of sorts [At Hui Aloha Church, Kaupo, Maui] Honolulu July 26 1987

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Pasha

Pasha, your funny little guy conjuring mane braids; curious and peeking. hide-and-seeking; and impishly leading the Other Man on a chase.

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Red Dwarf

***I – Red Dwarf, collapsing star, shrinking to a Black Hole ***Use star guide atlas/big telescope to find me ***Shed of gravity-sucking/energy-sapping satellites, I warm (not burn) those close to me ***Now and again, I pulse surprise quasars of still-vibrant … Continue reading

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Junctions

Unheeded until clicketyclack, switching, come junctions, where our lines combine and meet and apart

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Before

Before, when sitting on rocks in the middle of a bubbling stream we had thought of mountain brooks and mountain air and parting. So we loved. Around us were trees, a blanket of black twisting twigs through which the valley … Continue reading

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Making Out, First Time

This was his moment. He was going to make his first girl. For months his body had been jumping from dream to dream. He had lived this moment many times. He creeped between the week-old sheets. She grinned, showing the … Continue reading

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