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Children of the Garden

Rooted from the garden of our innocence Cut down crosstown, cross time Casting your petals, careless, wind-borne, spilt from your cup like wine Do you, can you, remember it, locked in those vases on the mantle? Is there something that … Continue reading

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Numerology

When I reach the age of Elvis crucified, two years and small change from now, I shall have been 33 years a missionary: singing love songs to the deaf; painting pictures for the blind; copying manuscript parts to hand out … Continue reading

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On Auspicious Times

I wonder at the most auspicious times that by some random system are proclaimed and why those correspondences we find ourselves at odds with should take all the blame The moon, for instance, in its wane and wax; The seasons, … Continue reading

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Poetry and War

OK, so projects such as Poets Against the War and Voices in Wartime are pretty good ideas. They tout such noble themes, ponder such meaningful quiestions like “The terrible beauty of the poetry is our guide, leading us to the … Continue reading

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Thoughts on Writing

To be a cynical writer is to never have been in love…well, to never have been in love and have it endly up other than badly, I suppose. To be a romantic writer is to forever be in love – … Continue reading

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Dathy Pahka and the Couscous Bauble

We sit in circles, crop circles, like silver-clad heroes at Arthur’s table, dark knights of the soul of verse, our words colliding in the jousts of wit and criticism. Is it the flame that draws us moths to it, and … Continue reading

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The Confessions of an Optimistic Underachiever

Truth be told, my high school years were difficult ones. Having been transplanted from a remote rural environment in northwestern Ohio to the sunny clime of southern California just in time to start high school, I found it difficult to … Continue reading

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