The Long Island Sound

…. The high school reunion, which I won’t attend, Will be held in Las Vegas, Nevada.   I’ll go out to Long Island, out near the end, Where  still  they will say, In much the same way,   “Hey dere, whatz happenin’, whatz dah madah?’’   It’s odd what we say, when we’re really not […] Continue reading

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while no one was watching

The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. When it adheres to the unreal and intensifies what is unreal, while its first effect may be extraordinary, that effect is the maximum effect that it will ever have. (Wallace Stevens, The Necessary Angel: Essays on Reality and the Imagination.) ~ what […] Continue reading

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Hope Like The Horseman

Along comes the horseman When things seem unclear; No rhyme nor a reason, But suddenly there. Hope is a Horseman, He comes of Free Will. The horse that he rides on, A bitter sweet pill. Darlin, sweet Darlin, There come the times Somethings seem gruesome, Yet turnout just fine. Yon comes a horseman, See how […] Continue reading

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rubric

this is the moment it falls into place a minute more later a moment’s erased in time by time the second replaced the first in the quest to next be displaced that was a moment the time and the space dormant one moment the next one posthaste the moment one foments the next one effaced […] Continue reading

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Another Day More

Fiery, fiery, likened the charge, four hoof-beats will change the size of the man. The circle will shrink, but the ring enlarge,
 enclosing a score on Custer’s last stand. Solo each kill that builds into clusters; all fallen the men, the army of Custer’s. Violence will grow with a personal skill— and Custer had four […] Continue reading

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Sharing Shiprock

~ Looking across the great San Juan Basin, where stands a Leviathan stone, a shock of rock that stands on its own; a story behind it, above it a dome. The people, Dineh, they call it a home; Dinétah, they say, the desert and dome. Time hath deposit the hulk of a stone: A bulk […] Continue reading

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The Hair of the Hound

~ My dogs are my chums, the best chums of mine – I haven’t just one, but two. They’re both of a kind really quite fine – At my age, good friends are few. We’re walking the block, a diurnal walk, Down a street, a street called Calhoon; When all of a sudden! out of […] Continue reading

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ephemerality of essence

the aura of prescience a quickening heart the presence of essence that comes with a start this is the last thing that one could expect so needless to say how soon one forgets the presence of essence and how it affects what the hell can one say but surmise and reflect change the appearance by […] Continue reading

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curmudgeon

…. this is the last time said the old man the absolute last time I’ll say this again if said more than once that was enough lord knows a bunch is much too much stuff he’d say the more often too often as fact he must have forgotten each time coming back this absolutely this […] Continue reading

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Story Poem: In Congruence

…. Once a young lad in New Mexico, I lived on a spread where three rivers flow – The Totah, they called it, the Navajo; about which the big bluffs, arose to plateau; around which the sides, the Totah below. These are the plains of a mountainous range, the Great San Juan Basin, of New […] Continue reading

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Peripater

~ Who is this mater Who comes peripater? Who is the mother That touches our lives? Who is the mother, Seeking a daughter? Every year after, In spring she arrives – Full force, On course, She comes; Surprise! ~ Who is the mater, To come peripater? Who is the daughter…. Who touches our lives? ‘Tis […] Continue reading

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Many’s The Moon

~ By Sixty-Seven Things would be different. Enter the picture, Of marginal man. By Sixty-Eight It was too late, To ever go back There again. The difference, Appearance; A difference, Began. Many’s the moon, In the end. ~ Ed was a cousin, Ed was a friend; We never saw Edward Ever again. One decade long […] Continue reading

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The Metal of Man

…. The Duke City’s known corruption, as shown Coronado, and his host of new men. The Old Ones knew too, the Wind as it blew the Sun West to East and then send into the darkness, the wile of the night, the room for a moon and the stars in to light and bring into […] Continue reading

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