Category: self transformation
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on the day after the anniversary of the 1000-year flood
sitting in the chill he wears a jacket over his shirt sweat pants, socks with shoes believes he wears bare essentials but under it all a naked chest, flaccid penis bare feet that wish to run like the wind beneath and above the he of him, treads memories flooding streets outside his door toddler in…
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for Duane
What ever happened to the boy in school With pop bottle lens Who couldn’t play like other boys at recess Who didn’t stand and fight Or wrestle his tormentors; I was a tormentor I didn’t know at the time I was, but I was gifted at making cutting remarks Disguised as humor to make Classmates…
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Shaking the ground
In high school, he roamed the bottom ground along the river Dreamed of living in the woods living off the land, living off the grid One day, he woke up angry he did not know why he was just angry He went searching for a dead tree bald of bark and limb He did not…
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The Problem with the American male
Once upon a time, the American male sat up in the middle of the night and became woke and he reluctantly admitted to himself that all the gods and goddesses of Bullfinch’s Mythology aren’t real and he reluctantly admitted to himself that all of his boyhood fantasies are misogynistic nonsense and he knew man came…
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Reading Isaiah
Do sheep know a good shepherd from a bad shepherd Or follow the woolly ass in front of them And flee the yip and yap of a dog snapping at their heels? “Mount up like eagles” the view is better 1-19-20
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A Poem for Mark Galli – Thank You
Speak out even if no one listens Whisper if only your friends can hear Sit silent and they believe you approve 1-2-20
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The Leaping Stone
It’s not winning you crave, but losing you fear It’s not the destination, but the journey A satiated stone cannot move on its own It must wait to be broken Gathered up in green and consumed To run forests, swim rivers or fly In the stochasticity of brokenness Resides your seeking soul Leap from your…
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‘Social conditioning’ or ‘If Pavlov’s dog cleaned his own doggie dish’
My dishes drip dry – Don’t yours? Do you sometimes see a towel Hanging on the refrigerator door And Mom echoes in your amygdala The dishes aren’t done until They’re dried and put away But you resist the urge to dry your dish And scream in your head – Oh hell no I am the…
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Amplified
(This is for all the poets, singers, dancers, actors, artists and mimes who step beyond their comfort zones and share) This is not rocket science you’ve been preparing for this all your life Remove your exterior gown sit naked at the dressing table turn it inside out Examine the weave of cloth the stitching that…
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