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Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’
SPLAB Launched
David Sherwin of Frog Design and I worked together to put together this website for SPLAB, a Seattle-based non-profit focused on spoken-word poetry. The site is built on WordPress and was designed and developed in a week. Visit SPLAB Now
Late Nights In Jazz Clubs
24 in x 42 in Oil and Paper on Canvas This painting was finished in late 2006 while I maintained a studio in Pioneer Square, here in Seattle. The man in the painting is Lawrence Ferlinghetti, a “beat” poet, and my favorite poet. His most famous collection of poetry, A Coney Island of the Mind, [...]
hospice
I watch the rise and fall of her chest the pulse in her neck to see when I should cry and push the button. When we’ll turn off the hum of the oxygen When we’ll leave this room too cold and too hot get up from couches put our newspapers away and retire other distractions [...]
Return To Florida
You have a smile like sunshine bright and warm and everyday even through hell of machines and radiation and chemicals which made your skin ache and muscles turn to pumice. And I’ll miss it your smile like I’d miss the sun or air and breathing or the moment of waking where we move from sleepland [...]
Return
It’s cold back here in Seattle. Back from the Florida heat and parking garages. It’s a different cold than the hospital we inhabited. You can smell smoke from the chimnys and fireplaces, grass wet with rain and too long from a week’s neglect. We returned to mail and a messy sink; cats needing attention; [...]
Falling
She’d sing Teddy Bear’s Picnic to me during the 2 am wakings pretending to fall out of my bed so I wouldn’t have to be alone in the second story yellow room with the window I would fall out of every night in my dreams. I’d fall to hit the floor more stable than cold [...]
Future Lost In Their Labyrinths
One cannot hold onto old winters the snow has already fallen the grass already turned to a faded brown the leaves a season before had begun to fall over our shod feet and dark green sweaters which covered our hidden heart the rain had already come down in puddles outside our windows and doors as [...]
Sometimes It’s Not Enough To Talk About It
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Nightflares
Night flares again The veins in my hands warrant nails driven though. Even Christ was human and did he suffer with chaotic thoughts like mine? Would he have smoke his father’s cigarettes and stuffed his stomach full of bile, Would he have listened to jazz and have half-full glass of water and ash spill [...]
Body
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In Her Picture
In her picture these years gone from swimming pools and houses dark I see the new millennium and the pass of time as beauty ripens as intellect and eyes darken with the sights of the world and French lovers left to tend the countryside. Together our footsteps collided and mingled with the brokenglass floors we [...]
Matches
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In A Room At Night
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New Mexico
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XTC
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Awake and Dreaming At The Same Time
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Piano
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L’Age D’Etoiles
L’age d’etoiles est maintnaint she will say sitting crosslegged back against the wall and pressed to flannel summer sun on her cheeks through Florida December days coffesteam misty dreams spin foreheads height swimming in bluemorn wakings foresttrees and a geko You’ll remember that geko during the summer days of Seattle rain, and teary apartment smoke [...]
Greenleaf
Greenleaf Arkansas night upstairs porches facing windy road highway scenic drive and lightningbug starksy Thursday morning Arkansas coffee steams weak though cigarette smoke and misty shower mirrorfog There’s a certain bliss at morning countryside quiet where all you can hear are the bugs and tractors and yellow flowers growing There’s a wooden sign below me [...]
Writing my history
I’m up late, writing my history but through it all, I’ve lived it all before, in another time, in memory of faces and places spoken of in long drunken tirades on Florida porches with a bottle of rum in hand two months after your demise. But then there it comes in a song heard over [...]
Blood Runs Coffee and Oil
There are those you meet on summer days wearing shorts and carrying books who will take you into their chambers window thrown wide and spilling frost into Florida sun to talk and breathe deep the life of end-of-century And those who wear the tatters of words borrowed with smile from those we love and would [...]
Insides of Our Skulls
It’s so often our eyes cloud with the insides of our skulls Wane quickly and fog like the cream in our coffee, Sunday morning, awake with the sun now past noon. Its so often our eyes cannot see the sile or wrinkled brow of the old man, shoeless in the shadows, a cat by his [...]
Am I Lost Yet?
Have the seas of streets run together to form one memory of a town I left years ago? Have the memories of gravestones covered in weeds filled my eyes with tears at their sight? Do the sight of roses wilted and dying turn my head even now? I cannot see the forest through the fog [...]