Archive for the 'Aenigmas (My Poems)' Category

Brief Notes

Sunday, August 28th, 2011

I just returned from my first sesshin at Hazy Moon Zen Center. It was fruitful. I’m tired and glad to be home. All that I experienced is settling, so I hesitate to write extensively about it. Here are some brief reflections. The first one is from my drive down, when I stopped at San Luis […]

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Out to Pasture

Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011

Amid cow patties flies pester eyes, nose, mouth, hide- ear pierced with numbers. There is only this moment, chewing cud, swishing tail. A small stone for today.

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Thursday, July 28th, 2011

Crickets serenade a cat stalks the dew and the wind chimes do not dance.

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Oh Little One: Four Haiku

Tuesday, June 17th, 2008

That brave little neck, the stem of a sunflower; your brain is blooming. —– Your luscious curved cheek is a small apple that begs for tender kisses. —– The tree sapling back nourishes roots and branches; may it grow mighty. —– Hands touch but don’t clutch like curious mice seeking their fortune in cheese. How […]

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No Good Reason

Tuesday, April 1st, 2008

I’m healthy. My daughter thrives. My marriage is happy. The weather is sunny and mild. We’re not in the middle of a mortgage crisis. We can pay our bills. I have a good social network. So why have I grown tired, sad, and teary over the course of the day? I was prepared to chide […]

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Wednesday, November 14th, 2007

At the turn of the century it is a long way down to the mind’s I. A treehouse chronicles my journey to this lost continent, which requires the amber spyglass to navigate. When I arrive I am barely a shadow of a man. There is snow falling on cedars; through the woods I hear the […]

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Sunday, April 29th, 2007

Her moon is rising over fleshy peaks after many years of night.

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Our Life’s Prayer

Tuesday, March 27th, 2007

Carnal syrup which flows within, why not make it art? It has been spilled enough to fill the gloomy pit of Tartarus. Ferry to us the draught of life. Preserve us from dissolution, for our gene codes fight dauntlessly, against this. Be not used to segregate others, for humanity is one tribe. Thou art the […]

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Turf War With A Spider

Saturday, March 24th, 2007

I drape against a picnic table, inhaling orange blossom perfume thick as syrup on the breeze. With pen poised, my hand starts scrawling when in the corner of my sight I catch perched on my elbow a small tuxedo with eight legs. Jerking, I shake her off; she lands on my knee. I am Goliath. […]

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These Old Boots

Thursday, March 22nd, 2007

These boots were once fresh, a leather pair of strutting peacocks flaunting straight laces in full plumage. They boasted proud soles, like granite; impervious to water, stoic in heat and cold. These centurions marched to conquer. Now the plumage, frayed and faded, holds scuffed split leather by a thread. Mile after mile erased the heels. […]

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What I Chose

Wednesday, March 21st, 2007

If you’d like to know what I decided to do with my day, here is my “report.” A Visit With Mother The ocean is a high contact sport. Expect to wrestle a wave. Expect to be tackled, lifted up, tossed aside. Waves sprint and jockey each other to the shore. Cresting, they swap twelve-foot high […]

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The Lonely Hours

Saturday, March 3rd, 2007

The second hand on the clock marches. It dances a stiff two-step circle. Sleep flees like an unfaithful spouse, courts everyone else while I lie still as a corpse, pretending not to notice, not to care. The rest of the world sinks into its embrace. My conscience sparkles like clean plate glass. My body is […]

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A Contemplation

Tuesday, February 20th, 2007

My body is no longer my own. It contains a sprout like a fiddlehead fern frond, curled inward on itself. Microscopic cells mystically multiply with fervor, their intention known only to themselves. While I breathe, while I sleep, whether I churn like a river or remain a placid lake, this body has It’s own mission. […]

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A Glimpse Of My Youth

Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007

Tangles of Virginia creeper drape over the pool, a shimmering gasoline puddle of Japanese beetles. I am sodden in my second skin bathing suit sprawled on the ground murmuring secrets to cicadas, watching my father wash lettuce from the garden.

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On The Way To The Library

Thursday, December 7th, 2006

Two oily crows play chicken with cars idling at a traffic light. Inches from a tire, the birds jackhammer gray pavement for a smashed tidbit. This is the only task of the eternal moment, to eat six times one’s weight every day, even if that meal sits on a four-lane boulevard. One crow grabs a […]

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