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Since the first ambition I had for publishing was on a platform like this I've listed many efforts over the years. There's nothing to hide. A few I am, if not ashamed of, wary of. "Oh brother, you can do so much better!" But then we are human aren't we. I didn't view poetry as "entertainment" exactly but it has to enact well. That's all I insisted on and I didn't follow any proscribed way


Picturing the Obscure Murder in the Meadow:1857

The Perfect Road

My Ocean


Maturing Poems

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1975 - 1989


A Love Ditty

The season, ripe for love, waits now for the coming of youth.

They emerge down the side of a hill and disappear, between rocks, to a boat that is slipped on the embankment of a magical stream.

Their families are against them. The mother wails every evening and calls talk shows to complain about "young people today."


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Each person needs to know their own "inner Lake Manasa," as the epic teaches. The epic that resembles a bloody video game played by teen-agers.

It was to never relinquish the few attributes that matter. And who crushes the attributes were the enemy. And the loyalty to the few that kept the attributes alive., that was the thing.

Oh to go have a let-loose period where nothing matters but the flow of letters, dancing without a care across whatever medium is available. It happened in a long ago land filled with boisterous talk and heavy dreams. Up until the indecisions hit and fractored all intentions into a thousand little vessels.

Did you learn anything there? Were they advocates? Did they take you up a notch? Or was it all onesided?

"I got awful tired of listening all the time."

I keep asking, "what has filled you up since the end?" What nutrient do you still partake of?

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