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— from “An Encounter” | We met naked on the sun deck by the / clothing-optional hot springs, / and I saw the long scar / like a smile across his furred abdomen
January 2010The Monk, The Woodcarver, And The Sage
The Parisians are smoking hash again and playing guitar on the terrace. I decide it’s a good time to walk to the top of the hill, where a white temple perches among the pines. I’m feeling a bit lonely today, a bit lost on this subcontinent. I can’t even remember why I’ve come to India, but I know it wasn’t to eat hummus and pita and get high.
November 2009
The Question Holds The Lantern
The greatest friend of the soul is the unknown. Yet we are afraid of the unknown because it lies outside our vision and our control. We avoid it or quell it by filtering it through our protective barriers of domestication and control. The normal way never leads home.
November 2009Fictional Characters
Do they ever want to escape? / Climb out of the curved white pages / and enter our world?
November 2009Selling Out
Handwritten letters, instant mashed potatoes, an armed-forces recruiting office
November 2009
Sunbeams
October 2009You can live without anything you weren’t born with, and you can make it through on even half of that.
Confessions From A Conversion Van
The owner of the sports bar knows I sleep in the parking lot on weeknights. He doesn’t seem to mind. I’m a curiosity — the homeless professor. He thinks I must be one of a kind, but I’m not so sure. Anyway, I’m not even a professor. More like an adjunct instructor. I’d move closer to work, but I could never afford to live in Martinsburg now that it’s becoming a D.C. bedroom community.
October 2009
Sunbeams
September 2009Nature is by and large to be found out-of-doors, a location where, it cannot be argued, there are never enough comfortable chairs.
The Meadow Across The Creek
The difficulty is that with the rise of the modern sciences we began to think of the universe as a collection of objects rather than a communion of subjects.
September 2009Poems
— from “A Warning” | Today I feel better, because I woke thinking everything that disappears from the planet / might reappear somewhere else. The thought was grand at first.
August 2009
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