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A Monument to the March Fallen, Arising
I had the honor of having one of my poems read recently (Sept 30) in Atlanta, GA. A friend of mine, poet Alice Shapiro, read the following poem as the launch of the Bauhaus: 90 Years / 90 Days Project … Continue reading
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Brain Ferry
Brain Ferry Was thinking about Avalon, Bryan Ferry and Roxy Music, whimmed a Twitter search but typoed & ended up with Brain Ferry decided it was worth it disassembling disambiguation the outcome far richer than my own addled music of … Continue reading
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Her Heart Captured
Work in progress, still toying with the concept of Neda’s death. Comments welcome. Her heart captured on film, bleeding out of place, out of time caught my eye, my soul — a bullet through and through for humanity, the inhumanity … Continue reading
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Birdfoot’s Grandpa Saves the World
Was reading Being Upright: Zen Meditation and the Bodhisattva Precepts and ran across this poem, which I love: “Birdfoot’s Grampa” by Joseph Bruchac The old man must have stopped our car two dozen times to climb out and gather into … Continue reading
Neda
“Whether at Naishapur or Babylon, Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run, The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.” ~ v. VIII, Ruibaiyat of Omar Khayyam Neda glanced … Continue reading
Remembering Kylan
This is a poem published in 2003 I wrote as memorial for Kylan A. Jones-Huffman, US naval officer, teacher, and victim of the Iraq War. Kylan I stopped the war or at least one bullet captured foremost in my mind … Continue reading
On the Eve, Slicing New Tomatoes
Here’s a poem I wrote a few years ago, part of a series about an elderly man remembering his lost wife, a set that explores memories and emotions. “On the Eve, Slicing New Tomatoes” What’s with these new tomatoes? I … Continue reading
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