In case you were wondering....30/30 poems unposted....

April 7th poem

Sometimes I wonder

How I survive such 

Beauty blue

And green streaked vistas

Lizards laughing at me

Breezy dancing clover

The monumental grace 

Of sand and stone

A snail so sure of itself

The caw caw caw

of a raven overhead

What the Rocks Told Me...(April 18th)

Humans are too young
To know better
Strutting and singing
Heroic full of story 

What could such beings
Possibly know of living
Having just been born

You think you invented time

One day we will learn
To sit still and silent
One day they say
Power down flip switch
Breathe out eyes open

Then they will tell us
Pre-story Tellings
Pre-aging ageless
Sshhh, listen, little ones
To the beating of a heart
Deep inside a rock
If you would know knowing

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A Nomad (April 17th poem)

A nomad strives for 
no attachment
She has needs, yes
Her feet burn with the need to move

Her cup, her bowl, her towel
Protection from the cold
Something to stave off hunger
The endless changing scenes

But, a nomad seeks to live
Without attachment
To people to place to schedule
To specific outcomes, particular vistas

30/30 poems....

When Asked (April 16^th poem)

When asked to explain my poetry I sometimes do comply

I don’t know why when so well do I know

Such interpretation cannot but be mistaken

The power of poetry lies not in meter

Story or its author’s dramatic bio but rather

In the many ways it can mean the many things

It can be/innumerable ways it can be taken

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I Used to Love People  (April 15^th poem)

I used to love people

Carelessly and with fervor

Self-lessly oh yes, but…

I used to want people

Pursue dance chase

Seduce and reel in spoils

Passionately, indeed, and yet…

I used to think it mattered

If I was memorable evoked

A shudder a shock a stutter

Oh! Look what I’ve done!

I used to know people

According to what they

Told me/ showed me

Ah, the spectacle the elaborate

The wow show, oh

I used to give people what

They said to give, nevermind

What they needed, I used to…

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April 14th poem

A small branch flutters

Twirling it falls to the ground

Mother bird where are you

The fruit of your nestwork awaits

April 13th poem
For Bailey Rose 

Wise beyond words
Beauty enough for crying
A visionary stalking eternity
Watch carefully this womanchild

I Travel For...(April 10th poem)

I travel for the stories
Sometimes you have to
Be willing to hunt
Down the living
That is worth the telling



I am one day behind on my poems. Spent today driving back to LA from Oakland after a minor petsitting snafu in Oakland drastically altered my plans...

In a couple days I head up to Harbin Springs fro my poetry feature on Sunday, April 14th.

There are temples...(April 9th poem)

There are temples

Poets, mothers

Holy grounds everywhere

Sacred places

We can go

Moments when Spirit

Reaches for us runs

Us down, cries for us

Tethers us to Source

There are people plants

Fuzzy creatures who remind us

Beauty that blinds us

Coincidences which insist

Dramatic events that seize

Erase our ability to ignore

Absorb

In short, we have

No excuse

For not knowing

There is more