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time again softsand wandering away from silent brigades of secret renegades only thinking, me, remembering tomorrow walking every other frame in softsand brushing white pines instead of people time-again. the crucifixion of months. hanging memories on fading rose-horizon dusks over … Continue reading

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27 May 17 – Sunrise

Where did the loon find its hollow call? An echo from the hills, from the caves within. The heron answers with silent wings, skimming sands of time-space, hunting silver salmon rising with the tide to greet the day, their glinting … Continue reading

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28 May 17 – At and For My Feet

the hollows of pinecone arranged in whorls of geometric specificity lure me to their labyrinthian desire I am trapped and confused wandering criss crossed avenues of no dimension, no answers, no destiny. Graduated growths culture tomorrow’s life Can I parse … Continue reading

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28 May 17 – Ode to an unfinished hammered dulcimer

Oh ye wooden carcass awaiting strings and tension, Enjoy your decades of touchless rest Clothed in dragon and lion ornament But unvarnished against the dust. I always meant to make you whole And learn to play across your chest. Instead … Continue reading

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21 Aug 17 – Sitka Center, Otis, Oregon

gone, gone the sun at the dark moon’s bidding throwing but a pure white diamond through the lunar mountain pass. the ancients told their myths through the constellations in the sky, then medievals framed the light in storied stained glass … Continue reading

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15 Mar 17

the ides of March, the Sunday of palms fifteen of nine in seventeen

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23 Feb 17

part cyborg for the day the first sun of biotherapy in the fight for my human freedom a day filled with hyperaesthesia tuned to the new and strange of tubes and beeps and hang bags the day started in Cagean … Continue reading

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