Poet Commentaries


Packing Love

August 12, 2018 // 0 Comments

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I wanted fulfill. Pressed down brimming, unclasped belt dangling and lots of labels from less travelled exotic places; like Home. To explore there, finding the path to hidden [...]

Estate Sale

July 27, 2018 // 0 Comments

In this sale, sketches of bluster riveted to the poop deck, clips of that launch that sunk the ship and jars of pickled bubbles from his bathwater. Hysterical documents too. [...]

The Seven Sees

July 12, 2018 // 0 Comments

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I am adding daily to this till I am done or bored, which is the same thing…boredom is like a dropped petal when the bloom is done…it is finished.  Of course the [...]

Lyla Buds

July 8, 2018 // 0 Comments

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My knees are in mint, my hands in spring tea pulling out leaves.  At my side are buds, pods and a granddaughter. Only the Lilac and the Bridal Veil are in bloom. She stirs [...]

That Garden

July 6, 2018 // 0 Comments

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  the short barrel ribbed man his fenced yard at the corner of Mish Mash and Eclectic . the skid row next to shed are splintered pickets and a hen’s house tsk tsk tsk [...]

Welled Up

July 4, 2018 // 0 Comments

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a wave of tears on the shoreline ground sand . Little bobbles and shells picked and pocketed; rubbed rosaries, washed up last night from strong waves in a violent unwelling . [...]

Tares and Wheat

July 3, 2018 // 0 Comments

“This is a rhizome”.  I loosen the dirt as it is pulled, gently coaxing sixteen inches of blue grass out of the garden.  The little nodes with the new growth are shown [...]

Concocting I

July 1, 2018 // 0 Comments

I write the following poem in response to the question “Does Intelligence have any value in today’s society”  Though it is of great personal worth I do [...]


June 30, 2018 // 0 Comments

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The sloop slushed. The woodwinds spent; their reeds cracked and all breath taken. The hum of contrails coming off the sail, rudder and hull… gone. . Percussions begin. [...]

Nip and Tug

April 28, 2018 // 0 Comments

they get nip and tug licked wounds and scruffy I am their master I have this hate love thing going on with sit stay and leave it. May my wide grin or annoying snarl and growl [...]