Poem in Anthology: “The Larger Geometry”

One of my favourite poets.

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I’m pleased to share that I have a poem in a new anthology published by peaceCenter Books. Proceeds benefit the interfaith peaceCenter in San Antonio, Texas which promotes Contemplative Practices, Experiential Education, and Nonviolent Actions. I’m honored to be a part of such a worthwhile cause. Books may be purchased on Amazon and will soon be available from peaceCenter. This would be a great holiday gift for the reader on your list and very much in keeping with the spirit of the season.

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Fading Memories

The rain falls
my lips soften

Slowly
I remember
to breathe

Waiting
for my world to stop
and the sun to rise

fading
memories

like ripples
in your pond
before it freezes
for winter

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Sometimes healing…[fifteen words]

Sometimes
healing
is surviving
and climaxing
in loving
and falling
and the touch
of you

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Seasons Slip

My foot slips
and I slide
the thundering sound
of tumbling rocks
blinds me
until
I can no longer see
or dream
you

My mind slips
and I fall
and curl
into myself
making
the gutter my home
as autumn leaves
cover me
waiting
for the green man
to claim me
again

and I spit
and claw
resisting
fighting
refusing
to surrender
even as death
taunts
until I forget
to breathe
waiting
for snowfall

26 September 2018

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Just This Once

And if
tomorrow never comes
will we remember?

I am dancing
with a rolling log
beneath my feet
bathed in starshine
and moonglow
with the sound of surf
in my ears
and just this once
I think
I can touch the sky.

24 August 2018

On the Edge of Time

They tell me
I’m dying

I’m breathing

My future
has narrowed
become
all too human

I no longer plan

Every day
every moment
every breath
is a promise
a wish
come true

a stillness
on the edge of time

6 August 2018

Something New

I’ve been looking
for something
new

I want every day
to be the first day

Beginner’s mind
the zen masters call it

Every breath
a beginning
every exhale
a letting go

I get lost
on the road
beneath my feet
where everything
is teeming with life
while my laboured breaths
reek of death

And still I walk on

Looking for something
that feels like a brightly plumed bird
beating its wings against my heart

Is it you?

16 July 2018

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