Friday, December 30, 2005


  This poem, my 15 th hybridanelle, is the first of four poems that connect to a dream I had in 2001. The other three poems, in the order ......

Friday, December 9, 2005


  A full lifetime of pondering the implications of life and death, coming and going, has lead to a fair amount of reflection on the matter. ......
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Wednesday, December 7, 2005


  This poem, my 2 nd trisect, reflects on my experiences on the Yukon River in Canada during two river trips, the first when I was 18 and ......

Sunday, December 4, 2005


  My 1 st trisect poem. The trisect is my own semantically complex poetic form which I will use to help me with developing my use of depic......
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Friday, November 25, 2005


  Things change over the years. We grow up and away from childhood and any abuse endured therein. If we're lucky, we one day come to rea......
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Friday, November 18, 2005


  I met Del Warren Livingston early in the Fall of 2003 online at a poetry forum called Poem Kingdom. He was one of the first people I met ......

Tuesday, November 8, 2005


  The ephemerality of life and self has been a subject of personal reflection for as long as I can remember. This has given rise to the occa......
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Friday, October 7, 2005


  Wrote this while sitting in a Starbucks in the Portland area. A woman sat across from me with her infant child, and I found myself moved ......

Tuesday, September 20, 2005


  This poem, my 13 th hybridanelle, attempts to depict and convey one of the ways I look at ’being’, what a being is, and how it is connect......

Thursday, September 15, 2005


  A friend of mine died suddenly on the 12 th . I talk a little about him and how we came to meet in " On a Life Left Unfinished "......
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Wednesday, September 14, 2005


  For the unity of marriage I used Katrina as the metaphor for life's struggles. And for the survivors of Hurricane Katrina I used matri......

Friday, September 9, 2005


  The night; the wilderness; a stream. Here silence takes on new meaning, and it includes a movement of sound. Here stillness absorbs new si......

Wednesday, September 7, 2005


  Dreams can irrupt into waking life. Sometimes waking life feels like a dream. Reality is subjective, and its significance even more so. A......
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Monday, August 22, 2005


  To me, inspiration is a sacred thing. Without it, the creative soul experiences nothing but frustration and dismay. Some ancient poets we......

Monday, August 15, 2005


  Wherever I live, I always seem to find a place of prayer somewhere away from town. When I lived in San Jose, this was south of the city a......

Monday, August 8, 2005


  During my teenage years, I was a hardcore fan of the Robotech Saga. My teen years were trying times for me, in just about every possible ......
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Thursday, July 14, 2005


  Within my mind there has always been the nagging notion that maybe we are not actually what we think ourselves to be. That all of our expe......

Friday, July 8, 2005


  There have been apocalyptic Christians somewhere in my life as far back as I can remember. These folks love to reflect on the signs of th......
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  We are stardust, the stuff of stars. So everything we experience is star stuff. Our feelings, our hopes, our dreams, our pains, our losses......
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Tuesday, July 5, 2005


  The meaning of our existence here on this little ball of blue, green, and brown has been shaped by the birth and death of ancient suns. As......

Tuesday, June 28, 2005


  During a recent cross-country drive across several states, I noticed how many yahoos sported the American flag on their cars and houses, ......

Wednesday, June 8, 2005


  Written for Mahmud Kianush, a poet from Iran who used a couple of my ghazals in part of a BBC radio series covering the history and evolut......

Monday, June 6, 2005


  I've been marginally involved (as in marginalized) with the poetry scene in the Mendocino County area since about 2000. It's stra......
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Saturday, May 28, 2005


  I found myself writing this after dreaming about an encounter with my father's ghost, I spent that day reflecting on his suicide—when ......

Sunday, May 22, 2005


  For about six months, as a 12 year old, I experienced what I now know is referred to as "nuclear psychosis", a fairly rare cond......
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Monday, May 2, 2005


  To my mind, postmodernism represents, above all, the birth of modern mediocrity, especially with regard to poetry. It has its points of i......
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Friday, April 15, 2005


  Residential homes and psych wards aren't always the best place for a child, no matter how out of control he or she may seem. No, many......
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Monday, April 11, 2005


  For a woman with dark brown eyes, she had a surprisingly bright countenance. This is my 7 th hybridanelle poem.                        ......

Friday, April 8, 2005


  Reflecting on samsara, dukha, impermanence, maya, and a recent dream, I found myself writing this rather abstract poem. Dreamscape sp......
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Tuesday, April 5, 2005


  I wrote this poem, my 6 th hybridanelle, hoping I'd be able to give a copy to the person who inspired it, a National Parks ranger st......

Friday, March 18, 2005


ocean song This poem has been published in my book an inkling hope: select poems , available in Kindle and paperback formats. Out o......
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Thursday, March 17, 2005


  This morning I opened the front door to see something completely unexpected, a blossoming wild cherry tree. Since we moved in during the ......
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Wednesday, March 16, 2005


  There is an unusual personality who frequents one of the coffee houses I like to go to. His presence is always disruptive—Not just to mys......

  Sometimes after finishing a book, I like to commemorate the occasion with a small poem. The book was Zen Comments on the Mumonkan by Zen......
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Monday, March 14, 2005


  After listening to an Amerindian read his stuff at a poetry reading here in Portland, I pretty much knew what the subject matter of my ne......

Sunday, March 6, 2005


  Cherry blossoms are everywhere in Portland. They are just everywhere. It seemed they deserved at the very least a tanka. Niveous Cherry ......
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Thursday, February 24, 2005


  This, my 4 th hybridanelle poem, was written for someone I never got to meet, the ex-husband of my first wife. He committed suicide not l......

Tuesday, January 4, 2005


  As a runaway teen, one of my rules of thumb was to never sleep where anyone I had gotten a ride from suggested I sleep. I didn’t like the......
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