Saturday, December 21, 2002


  Understanding comes without invitation and knocks at the door, and yet she'll often elude a lifetime of the most sedulous efforts to ......

Friday, December 6, 2002


  This was written for my friend, Alan, in December of 2002. I've made a couple of minor revisions before adding it here as a backlogge......
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Saturday, October 26, 2002


  This one came out of nowhere. But, then, if you think about it, so did we. I mean, just where were we before "this" happened? W......

Wednesday, September 4, 2002


  The title, though archaic, should hint at some of the meanings within the sher of this ghazal. Crops cannot be planted in untilled soil,......

Friday, August 30, 2002


  Inspired by the notion that every thing in existence has a path, a calling, to follow. Not just people who realize a sense of personal pu......
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Saturday, August 24, 2002


  It seems to me that "memory" is a very natural radif for the ghazal form. It is something that emanates like light from the un......

Friday, August 16, 2002


  This attempts to metahporize a friend's passing. She died in July of 2002 from colon cancer. She often told me that I was the only one......

Thursday, August 15, 2002


  This ghazal manifested as I read The Shambhala Guide to Taoism by Eva Wong. There is more discontinuity, or disconnectedness, within thi......
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Saturday, August 10, 2002


  The first and only sonnet I've thus far written. After reading all of Shakespeare's sonnets, three times each out loud, I found m......
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Wednesday, July 31, 2002


  I met her because I took an interest in her daughter. She befriended me because she felt I was unique. I cultivated the friendship becaus......

Monday, July 29, 2002


  This was written as I reflected on the effects of alcoholism, and by extension drug addiction in general, on young children, especially i......

Saturday, July 27, 2002


  She was one of the few good friends I made in my adult life, someone who took me seriously as a person and as a poet. Ten years later (It......

Tuesday, July 23, 2002


  This is interesting, in a tortured, abstract sort of way. More than ten years after having written it, I've just rediscovered this ol......

Tuesday, July 9, 2002


  I have for years had a relationship with the spirit of the oak. Specifically the California Black Oak, but by extension all oaks. I don......

  The subject of death and birth has been on my mind for as long as I can remember. Here I play with the idea of transmigration, but from a......
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Saturday, June 29, 2002


  There are many things driving me to study and write poetry, not the least of which is this sense or belief that I have something importan......

Thursday, June 27, 2002


  I later rewrote this poem under the title, " The Path " (with article). Path With breaking dawn, there rose a bright des......
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Friday, June 7, 2002


  War is itself a form of blasphemy, and yet wars are waged over blasphemies perceived. Strange, isn't it? Somehow I doubt that any fun......

Sunday, April 21, 2002


  Even as a child it seemed clear to me that the only way for humanity to realize its potential would be to go to the stars. If we don'......

Thursday, April 18, 2002


  A truly random piece of writing, yet one that turned out surprisingly well. Whispers The silent moon grows strong, my friend, And yet......

Sunday, April 14, 2002


  Few things disturb me more than the sight and impact of a clear cut. Not when I wrote this, and not now. Left Barren Once tall homes ......
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Wednesday, April 10, 2002


  The subject of death came to plague my thoughts at a very early age, probably around four or five. And so I spent the greater part of my ......

Tuesday, March 26, 2002


  This reflects on my first time looking down into the Ukiah valley. Though I had never been there before, I knew the place somehow as sure......
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Thursday, March 21, 2002


  Inspired no doubt by much of what we hear in politics, the news, and from "experts" in the arts. Noise Meaningless words a......
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Wednesday, March 20, 2002


  I later rewrote this ghazal under a new title, " Ghazal to the Ghazal ". English Ghazal The soul its depths may know withi......
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Monday, March 18, 2002


  I only saw her maybe three or four times total at a Denny's Restaurant where I used to hang out into all hours of the night. I never ......

Wednesday, March 6, 2002


  The Yukon River is perhaps a soul-mate of sorts. Without her, I don't think I could have made the transition from adolescence into ad......
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Saturday, February 23, 2002


  Believe it or not, I wrote this while in a very positive relationship. I wanted to see if I could capture the feelings I experienced duri......

Wednesday, February 13, 2002


  It has always seemed to me that words—language—are the very foundations upon which sentience is based. Without them, barring telepathic c......
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Wednesday, January 2, 2002


  This is inspired by the ocean, the powerful living waters of the earth. I suppose that's all there is to say about it. Living Waters......
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