A description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Convective Refraction
Where voices of stars
Catch on water,
Ripples spread and,
Depending on
What is said,
Collide or replay
Yet always go
Quietly away.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Credo
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Triple Word Score
Monday, December 20, 2010
Dimensions Of Flying Maps
Journey, iridescence
Swirling on spheres,
Marmoreal maps in air,
Also there, in scale,
Are routes and destinations.
On sale in gas stations,
Ones stripped of depth
So they can fold,
Be unfolded, consulted
En route, have
Depth left out.
It seems round ones
Shrivel into their
Thousand dreams
And are gone;
Maps minus
Length and width
Never caught on.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Indeterminable Ideas

There are propositions,
Starting from axioms,
That can be neither
Proven nor refuted.
They look up and go
"Oh".
This gap between what
Is true and what is
Provable --interrogative
"Oh?"
Or certain
"Oh."
Contains the mystery
Of all things movable,
Contains you, coexistence
In time where all
Events relate to
"Oh!"--
Exclamatory.
Oh,
There is no symbol
More indeterminate.
I love that.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Cathexis
Gusts struggle in
Hedges and escape--
Unconscious doesn't
Distinguish
Inside, outside.
What divides the mind
Divides the
Universe, which has
No outside but
Wind drums at
Palings, pots topple
And our back shutters
Bang shut.
Then, something is
Out there but we
Don't know what.
Hedges and escape--
Unconscious doesn't
Distinguish
Inside, outside.
What divides the mind
Divides the
Universe, which has
No outside but
Wind drums at
Palings, pots topple
And our back shutters
Bang shut.
Then, something is
Out there but we
Don't know what.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Oh Good, It's Dan
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Stony rain of
Dust in orbit twirled
Down into a new
World, roaring, compressed
Under its own mass
Exploding back
In boulders --long
Low roil hissing steam,
Soil, oceans on
Tectonic plates.
I was not there but
Hear it from
My garden gate.
It was a slow climb
From debris to garden,
A long time and hard,
To planethood.
But now friends
Get in my yard
And that is good.
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