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Shacks, oil streaked sand, and I, Blowzy, still drunk, gin fizz in hand stood to greet the late sunrise at the sea frothed edge Long before surfers crashed here or gay cabals claimed the beach Hal and I came to … Continue reading →

1 In the caravan of joy the way is always smooth the light heart all hopeful leads us on. Despair is back in the luggage train where we can’t see or get rid of it. It’s in this balance of … Continue reading →

superman         1958 I INSIDE I, like Icarus following Daedalus into realms of undreamt invention, flew too high to a myth empty place of facts, and intelligent mechanisms, where awe and love are irrelevant, where Ocham’s razor cuts and in hubris … Continue reading →

The sea is clouded the smooth liquidity became sickly foul, we broke the tissue we turned our backs on Venus and  Virgin we made a pact not to see consequence in  wealth and pleasure.

We wear veils when our voice doesn’t work so much to say it tumbles about cluttering thought the room is too small the sentence too brief nothing fits in easily speech halts ___________________________ THE CATS KNOW Today the old dog … Continue reading →

The Pastor is up there giving an homily for our lost friend and beyond,   symbols,   a blank wall we should see through,  a cross, a tapestry, or a vast vacancy. We are to focus on the absent but … Continue reading →

1 I wander in the body of this era find the fluid bathing the mind Washing logic, dirty clothes Love, hate , anger, fear. 2 I need so many words to explain anything, even the obvious depends so much on … Continue reading →

Tuesday, November 11, 2008 The angry man is having tea his flaming flowers wilted long ago in his hot house of being. (Light strikes tips of grass – yellow glowing greened spots beyond the enclosing windows) A politic boils, and … Continue reading →

GAZA (this was composed in Oct 08 before the recent bloody killings by all the enraged,  which make the metaphor even more painful. KB) Between the ocean and the wall (container of procreation, feeding, multiplying and hideous thoughts I’m afraid … Continue reading →

How do you remember a child you never see, who denies you, and decades pass. We get older together far apart our memories age, get entangled turn conceptual and get mixed up. What do you look like now, and how … Continue reading →

, August 19, 2005 Jack at the Sevens, 1957 Before he was famous before he died of beer exiled, he wandered east where Robin cared for him, where he left dirt on white couches fingerprints on Emily Dickinson’s letters. Zoltan, … Continue reading →

(Notes written while waiting for Ammas blessing) We sit in the dark and play a story game each imagining a part, one after another, winding a thread with strands of images trying to tell a common story. This is a … Continue reading →