a pome called sustenance

(January 16, 2020) 1 the actual world is not an imaginary friend. the moon in the sky is farther out than we can conceive but we can imagine what we imagine without end....

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Climate Change

(January 9, 2020) You use less water Have no son or daughter Eat less meat Rely on your feet But industry dwarfs So the climate morphs A tipping point reached A levee is...

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Last Days of Fall

(December 26, 2019) Sun dances along tree tops Encouraging the darkness, As I walk uphill Past endless Sword Ferns Forever defending hillsides Better left alone. Kirk Gothier...

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Winter Sun

(December 19, 2019) grotesque El Greco oaks sprawl this quieted land. Fall does not taper into winter here; but ends abruptly, like a clock struck, the sun pending like the last apple of...

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At Crater Lake 2019

(December 12, 2019) The sharp granite point of Discovery Point points to a low-hanging curtain of rainbow projected onto fog rising from the dark blue lake. Gentle arc celebrates ephemera, the kiss of...

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the cosmos

(December 5, 2019) the bumble bee unlatches from the folds of a cosmos where it slept last night while I slept nearby inside a plastered wooden box I don't know why I call...

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ode to surfer dave

(November 21, 2019) I didn't really know him to be honest his life story what I knew of him was from our acquaintance out at the beach our conversations I always felt a...

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How Can Such A Beautiful Day Bode So Ill?

(November 14, 2019) Sun comes up bright in a spotless sky again. Where is the November that was, that old month of rain and fog? Amaryllis' poke out strong green leaves one week...

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Questions to Ask Yourself When the Power is Out

(November 7, 2019) Who am I, when it's overwhelmingly dark? Who am I, alone in this expanding gloom? Who am I, staring at weakly flickering candles? Who am I, writing in this...

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William Blake Goes to Hear Parlour Game at the Arcata Playhouse

(October 31, 2019) Without, the land still flows with blood, A likeness of my day: Earth's creatures moan, in fire and flood And God must look away. But here, my vagrant spirit might...

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This Year of Flood

(October 24, 2019) —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,...

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Winter Residents Return

(October 17, 2019) Forty black brant in league with the moon dropped from the evening to the bay. We did not dive in to the gold night sea, the dog and I. Monte...

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Tiananmen, LLC

(October 11, 2019) 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...

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In Praise of Tiny Tomatoes

(September 26, 2019) Resting on my kitchen counter Lies a nest of ruby red tiny tomatoes Each complete in its skin Their size this summer out-selling the more robust ones. All the markets'...

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Fall Fly

(September 19, 2019) 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...

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An Arcata Blessing

(September 12, 2019) 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...

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  • Re: Winter Sun

    • Nice poem, rich with fine images. Love the last apple ending.

    • on December 19, 2019

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