Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

March 19, 2018

2 descriptions of an essential, existential dream I never had

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2 descriptions of an essential, existential dream I never had

“Solemness”s not the only noun
That best states the state I found
Myself drowning in.
I’m quieter this hour , and long past another
Where I worried, When I wondered
I guess as it goes as a boy in the throes
Of a late night alone, of a faith underdose,
and no mother, he goes
“If I die before I sleep”

“Apprehensive,” says it also.
An appreciative hospital with the wherewithal, they’ll
Me and yescheck my symptoms.
I’ll finally sleep & they keep me for observation.
I’ll finally be on their watch instead of mine.

January 22, 2018

HALSEY — BORROWED FROM: Tribrach: for those who love (or would like to love) poetry

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Halsey’s Women’s March Poem Is a War Cry – Whitney Kimball – Jezebel – 1/21/18

via The poem from yesterday’s Women’s March that everyone is talking about…. — Tribrach: for those who love (or would like to love) poetry

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old grey-haired waitresses
in cafes at night
have given it up,
and as i walk down sidewalks of
light and look into windows
of nursing homes
I can see that it is no longer
with them.
I see people sitting on park benches
and i can see by the way they
sit and look
that it is gone.

I see people driving cars
and I see by the way
they drive their cars
that they neither love nor are
loved –
nor do they consider
sex. it is all forgotten
like an old movie.

I see people in department stores and
walking down aisles
buying things
and i can see by the way their clothing
fits them and by the way they walk
and by their faces and their eyes
that they care for nothing
and that nothing cares
for them.

I see a hundred people a day
who have given up

if I go to the racetrack
or a sporting event
I can see thousands
that feel for nothing or
no one
and get no feeling

everywhere I see those who
crave nothing but
food, shelter, and
clothing; they concentrate
on that,

I do not understand why these people do not
I do not understand why these people do not
why the clouds
do not murder them
or why the dogs
do not murder them
or why the flowers and the children
do not murder them,
I do not understand.

I suppose they are murdered
yet i can’t adjust to the
fact of them
because they are so many.

each day,
each night,
there are more of them
in the subways and
in the buildings and
in the parks

they feel no terror
at not loving
or at not
being loved

so many many many
of my fellow


January 2, 2018


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teachers to small children

the world over

pastors to parish

they all will tell the pretty truth

(aside the pretty lies, “pretty lies”)

that crystalline snowflakes

are unique. unique.

and maybe later in both

secular schoolrooms

and sunday school classes

(and in all their varieties the world over)

small children might make snowflakes for themselves

they’ll fold lacy paper exactly in half

with a good crease

and taking their round-ended scissors

they’ll cut their very own unique cuts

so that when everyone unfolds their lacy paper

and lifts it above their heads

everyone can laugh at their uniquenesses


but one thing that ministers & mentors

rabbis & nuns will fail to add

is that those one-of-a-kind snowflakes

are all


in their descent

on icy black currents

all their night fall



It’s the coldest morning this year

And the Farmer’s Almanac says this year

There’s gonna be a winter of ’em

Me, I won’t mind

I like how loud the still is


forty years ago a brother from Chicago

called the cold wind

“the hawk”

I wonder if it’s still true

I wonder if “that muthafuckin Hawk”

is still cursed & bundled against

in the only city cited for its big blow.



When island settings lose their place

in imaginings,

When our mornings sun  there

warms our skin, bare,

There’s these shade floral sanctuaries,

And, I’m betting,  perfect for setting your eyes on…

God’s perfect line,  one horizon.

When all  won’t free you,

Won’t call you from all this freezing

Point of view,

This illusionary season,

What ttthen?





(from a dozen frozen years ago)

December 7, 2017

No Law Says

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November 9, 2017

Harsh truths to a rhythm & cryin crime rhyme

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November 1, 2017

poetry contest

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October 14, 2017


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(from The Raven Report)

Edgar Allen Poe was never one to underestimate the power of a good secret, and his death was no exception. Rarely have the details of someone’s final days caused such a stir in the annals of dark history. Just like the spine-tingling tales he wrote, much of Poe’s personal and professional life was shrouded in mystery, […]

via Was Poe’s Death The Greatest Of All His Mysteries? — The Raven Report

August 9, 2017


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August 1, 2017

Jeanne Moreau Shares Once More

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