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A high-pitched little birdie
in the cedar near the window
wails my rainy day blues.
...

When this otherwise
normal guy
gets too excited, he
suddenly bulks up into
...

I met her in a place halfway between
Heaven and Hell, a singular bar
by the name of Twelve Bar Blues.
Singular because, for one thing, its name
...

Three titles in search of
a poem —
'Unentitled, '
'Field of Weeds, ' and
...

'There are words for things, '
says a Sunday breeze gusting in the trees,
'but things themselves are wordless.
And actually there is only one thing —
...

6.

... now...
the hour
of our
death-
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Long, long ago, the world
managed to climb atop a giant
ancient camel and headed out,
slow-motion step by step, across
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Arm in arm, Past and Future
work the same street. They were
really something in their youth,
irresistible, enchanting princesses,
...

It's part of a story told in first person,
the narrator defining how it was for him
in the context of what happened,
embedded in countless others' contexts.
...

I'm flying low over a wheat field
when I spot what looks like
a flock of crows in the near distance.
I recognize them
...

Emptiness:
the perfect
filling —
for pie
...

When I took on the job of being
the ghost writer of my own biography, I
didn't realize how complicated things would get.
By definition, a ghost writer is the
...

Whatever cranks your tractor,
as they say in the heartland,
the Great Farmer plants
specially for you. Of course, He
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You took the one
less traveled on. You
thought you did.
...

One of the beauties of poetry
is that not much equipment is
needed to practice it —
just a heart with ears.
...

Here we come
arm in arm
out of the darkness
of the theater
...

18.

We are all gifted
mimes, handling the objects
of our daily lives
as if they were really there.
...

Time — what is it,
this vast father of all concepts
luring its children into
preoccupation with the past?
...

'When the truth works its way
through the net of illusion
and plunges back into the sea, '
says the fish to the fisher,
...

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I live and breathe and feel alive in the Presence of Truth & Beauty. Words come offering themselves to the Word that opens the door to Love's Garden of Silence.)

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A Voice In The Cedar

A high-pitched little birdie
in the cedar near the window
wails my rainy day blues.

'Life loves its ironies, '
it sings, 'strings them together
one after another like beads
on a never-ending rosary.
In fact, life is one big irony.
The Uncreated keeps
seeking Itself in its creation.
'Who am I, ' Supreme Knowledge
asks Itself again and again
and answers Itself eternally
through Its myriad dear ones,
exploring every possible angle
and every angle within that angle.

'So there's no use, friend, '
that little birdie sings sweetly,
'trying to fit life into some
neatly packaged mental bubble.
Once the bubble pops, it falls
right back into the shoreless sea.'

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