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The Interview

The Interview Written July 16 20 through August 15 20 Finished typing on August 27 20 Begin:   These interviews play on the etymological meaning of the word ‘interview’. The word interview finds origin in French, stems from the roots ‘voir’ - to see and ‘vue’ - a view.    The voir of the reader, as has been every person, even the vue here, is

The Interview2020-10-22T22:32:52-04:00

October 22 2020

October 22 Rooster crows into red-blue fiery mountains, touched by kiss of sunrise, air is sweet, melodic and winded cool. Truer tones from the birdsong, i am the bird’s son, no show, all is play in nature’s way; Pinyon Pines CA is where i learn I am; pitches of clouds curl from deep blues to pinks to yellow sulfur whites. Trees, berry bushes, pinyon pines,

October 22 20202020-10-22T22:18:20-04:00

October 21 2020

October 21 2020 The moon is growing, larger are the early orange glow evenings the eye over the sea of star shines, smiling crescent before slipping behind land. Birdsongs, they are what keeps me aware of this breath. God is salvation time and apart time and time again and into eternity’s ever. Since first hour of the world, time got to tick tocking, space unfurling,

October 21 20202020-10-21T22:01:23-04:00

Earth /2

    Earth /2     I   Wind howled in my head, in from the frigid outside windows. At certain tones and pitched, the voice of the wind demanded a door here or there mysteriously shut or open, all dependent upon the present state of affairs concerning one’s attitude toward life and passages therein. One is always apt for universal trope in speaking in

Earth /22020-10-17T17:21:06-04:00

Namer’s Grace

      Namer’s Grace The first winds of human word Blew petals like skin - Thousand years direction To settle acolyte soft - Sleepless, the blossom lay On a namer’s Grace.   They came, they came -  The propagation Maybe once a thousand years To pray, catch that first wind In their own skin,  In their own hands - soft, Soft sleepless petals To

Namer’s Grace2020-10-17T17:19:15-04:00

Lover Eye

    Lover Eye   I Every love’s written herself - she’d say, I saw you pull back into your own world and all I wanted was to be in that world with you.   With her collapsed the world, wrought hand to pen and brought night apart sunset. And on your worst night, the best work. Your thoughts had endless reach - loved touched

Lover Eye2020-10-17T17:16:47-04:00

3 Haiku

Flora Of flora I learn Life is all bloom and is wilt And always is life     Pink and White My pink and white skies Are not my skies, but God’s – Open eye in my own.     Candle – when Consumed to love. Candle waxed with love – burns in Love, burns into love.

3 Haiku2020-10-17T17:12:21-04:00

Peach Rose

Peach Rose   Dressed in blood white, white gold. Litany, your lip, pursed with Not that, this. This! Petal skip,      arch over brow, Vased with beauteous        this. Not earth, not sisters, not sweet soil, not sun. A vase, a stranger, a sink’s water, a bulb. This you had been given, not that natural. Still this          beauteous gift, your swift breath Ever this you give

Peach Rose2020-10-17T17:07:29-04:00

Oct 17 2020

Oct 17 2020   Streets lined with no bodies but still the sights of these street politic signs protest at my appreciation of nature. In my head cluttered i am for poor manipulation in street picket white america where everybody wants a tesla, hear them say no one can stop me now. Each body:big politic, small in portion to the endless. A bucket or body

Oct 17 20202020-10-17T16:52:45-04:00


Prayer Essay   I feel open, through and into the open heart of my door into life flows rivers of resplendent color, songs of illumination, words move with power, breathing is praise, all is worship for God of love. I feel loved, the days are important, a dream is a nearer horizon, the eyelid is the hinge of the world.    The world i live

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