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This Year of Flood

—in memory of H.L. Redwood roots feel the Eel pooling and pulsing, dammed by February king tides, over spilling banks, dissolving fragile underpinnings, fueling turbid streams. Flood dispatches downed timber, loosens fallen logs from the forest floor, threads the dead among the living, to join armadas of fast-moving slash pulled downstream. As autumn turns to […]

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Tiananmen, LLC

People’s Liberation Army             soldiers             corrected             turbulence on June 4, 1989 at the Square of Heavenly Peace                                     rewarded with                                     commemorative                                     wristwatches from the emperor. The chum                         under treads on red pavement too much taste to scrape the marmite off the toast.

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Fall Fly

Fall fly, you poor immobile beast, cool weather has clipped your wings. No darting, no buzzing like before; just a quiet hanging out, life in the fast lane reduced to inaction; a lurking, a crawling, perhaps interrupted by a short hop, but only when disturbed. But I am disturbed no more. No stalking is needed […]

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An Arcata Blessing

A blessing on your contrasts, Arcata– baseball caps and dreadlocks, bicyclists and bikers, Budweiser 12-packs vying to outnumber Downtown Browns. Nuclear free zone where a 100 foot American flag waves beside the lupine-lined highway. Dodge turbo diesel pickups roar past homemade bio-diesel subcompacts. Bless white blossoms drifting to the sidewalk, whiffs of ganga wafting from […]

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Song Village 8/18/2019

On a socked-in foggy day A group of singers gathered Choosing songs, one by one Voices blending, layered. Celtic, pop, traditional Melodic pleas for peace The fourteenth century’s John Ball Chanted for equality. A masterful guitarist An A cappella song or two Lifting our hearts and spirits As circles are wont to do.

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Heard on the Deck, 5 a.m.

From our silent little home between the sea and the bay We hear the waves; we almost hear the spray A light mist comes around to drizzle and drip Nearby, winds in spruces whisper and whip Down the road, Japanese roosters cry kokekoo American cockerels call cock a doodle doo Our Korean rooster replies kokioo, […]

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