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26 October 2014

Nigerian Lobster Coffin, Institute of Art, Minneapolis, MN
With autumn always comes for me a dark night of the ego...


Hallow's Resurrection

Starting again,
All fires are the same:
Spirit, quiet in the flammable
Til ticked off by some ugly word.
Or turned on by some
Beautiful young girl,
Some untouchable, unsexy young girl.

A flame lives silent,
All day hidden in dry bush,
As fallow fields,
But it returns as light
Like a dream begging for attention.

Your demon, your fantasy – fire is both.-

The Darkness Light Brings

Early morning
but the half moon is high and white in
an early autumn sky.
It tells of a passing
from night into day,
and the spirit that lingers from dreams into waking.
Watching us, a second sun -
lighting a path from the unseen.
The light darkness brings
is meant to be swallowed.--
doorway, Chicago, IL

18 October 2014

There is simply no way you are getting enough poetry...


Space where air should be is
All around you, but no air.
A giant in the night, Orion gasps,
Launching himself
At wisdom.
Athena laughs at him
And his empty pack -
Arrows loosed
All over the galaxy
Falling like brittle leaves
To earth.

She reads the sky like braille
And translates it to Modern Japanese - in haiku.
Orion lumbers through the night,
His pride in knots all around his ankles.
The Pleiades are watching and giggling,
Athena still reciting poetry.

Tumbling over his moccasins, Orion lands
In the River Styx,
Only too glad to go home.
Life on Earth was

Too difficult to figure out. –