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About Me

"But if I can bear the nights, the days are a pleasure. I walk out; I see something, some event that would otherwise have been utterly missed and lost; or something sees me, some enormous power brushes me with its clean wing, and I resound like a beaten bell."On July 5 I saw an osprey flying over Lake Michigan. I'd never seen one before. Later that day I saw mergansers for the first time as well. Look around. Know the names of things or look for them. What are we doing just sitting around?"And why, after all this time listening, are you still sitting there when you've so much left to do?" Tim Geiger

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Annie Dillard. "I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam." Ed Ricketts; he's Doc from "Cannery Row".

My Blog

Art O Matic Poetry Schedule

Saturday, APRIL 25: POETRY PERFORMANCE ROOM 12 noon: UT Writing Students (Original Poetry) 2 p.m.: Tianda Mims (Original Poetry) 3 p.m.: Peter Van Schaik (Original Poetry) 4 p.m.: OPEN-MIC style readi...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 22:14:00 GMT

and another

Krypronite I'm eight years old, watching a Superman video, feet against the furnace vent convered with red blanket, my cape at playtime. I lay against my dog, his yellow coat bright as the sun.His ank...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 20:15:00 GMT

new poem (finally)

I've been working a lot lately, and happily spending so much time with my sweet heart and her daughter that I almost never make posts here, or blog much, or even e-mail that often either. But I am sti...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 19:38:00 GMT

new(ish) poem

Alone in the Woods Behind My Parents' House   Sun sets in the pond every night. Choruses of fat voiced bull frogs  and tenored leopards sing it down.   There's a bit of light--the ...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Oct 2008 20:46:00 GMT

New Poems

Robin Triolet The robin flies to his favorite perch, sings, flies back to the maple tree nest, repeats. He built his nest of mud. grass, and string. The robin flies to his favorite perch, sings, preen...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 02:36:00 GMT

calendar poems

these are poems i wrote for a calendar project a friend of mine and i are working on. i don't know if  they'll be anything without the images to give context but who cares? it's been a fun projec...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 03:31:00 GMT

Poem

Burnt Place   It was 1980 and the sand was my enemy, I was four years old and losing some of my invulnerability, I was losing the Torah, which my soul was born with, there were curse burrs stuc...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Sep 2008 13:45:00 GMT

Mister Revise

Yellow Jackets   Underground, yellow jackets throb. Their power, provisioned by the Sun, wanes as it does. They are irritated by September, and hungry there's a crave for sweetness growing in e...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Sep 2008 03:51:00 GMT

Poem

December, July, Heaven   It's late December and I have no star to follow. The night is dense with snowflakes, like a galaxy falling down around me. They make erratic constellations, points...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 01:30:00 GMT

Another poem

Codex   Naked, you are a long white alphabet, letters I have to touch with my hands and mouth to learn how they sound.   We go into the flushed night studiously, learning to speak. Our muscl...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 02:50:00 GMT