My husband's poetry

Category: Illusion

  • Carousel pony

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    “And Merlin said quietly, “Because I am wise. In the combat between wisdom and feeling, wisdom never wins.” John Steinbeck _____ Dinosaur bones in need of a good story St. George appears, slays dragons, becomes a superhero, patron saint, a pundit for cable news, a priestly knight jousting on a carousel pony never unhorsed, never…

  • Moonscapes

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    “We are the space between the fish and the moon.” Rumi Some nights, the moon lights my way through the dark, but when it wanes it becomes a sword to wage war with the world Other nights, it’s a child pulling at a mother’s heart or just a rock broken from a bigger rock and…

  • untitled memory

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    Your band played a frat party near campus You told her you’re a university student She said she was a freshman there, too Monday in the hallway Outside your high school cafeteria You see her talking with her friends, Go up and say Don’t I know you from somewhere And smile She looks away in…

  • the drowning

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    On the night of her death She happily chased The moon into the sea Embraced light dancing in the surf Body shrouded in seaweed Waiting for the moon to save her 7-13-22

  • somewhere in America

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    Introverted by nature, she never felt like she belonged. She wanted to fit in, but when she’d introduce herself at parties people would ignore her and laugh behind her back. Until one day in a high desert ghost town souvenir shop on a dusty swivel rack In the corner by the unisex restroom with knotted…

  • Mr. Au

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    He wanted to become pure But heard strength is found in impurity And sought what and how much in a smelter 6-28-22

  • Khamsin Kelpi

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    mischievous breeze strolls by shapeshifts your desire with kenspeckled hips in a flowered caftan you say sand is in your eye and look away embarrassed 5-31-22

  • Who

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    Why is north up and south down, heaven up and hell down? Who said we can’t change our orientation or that ancient myths are sacrosanct? Would we behave differently, if north was left and hell right? 1-28-22

  • Thirst trap

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    crawling in sand towards an oasis mirage they realized they shared the same life goals fell in love and moved in together 1-21-22

  • Grey Day Meditation on the Collatz Conjecture

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    you don’t know what you don’t know and that’s okay because omnipotence must hurt in ways that you don’t know what you don’t know and that’s… 12-19-21