The Black

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“We’ll know as children again all we are destined to know that the water is cold and deep, and the sun penetrates only so far.”
– Jim Harrison 
Reeling
a slipping from reality
down into the coldest darkness
there is nothing here but invisible air Read More

Roots

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“Prolonged exposure to nature gives one a sort of grammatica pardo*, a wisdom of the soil.”

~ Jim Harrison,  from A Really Big Lunch

*to be worldly-wise; know the ways of the world

In the cloister under
the canopy of the Mesquite
all life’s wisdom is here
in the symphony of the birdsong
wafting on the cool morning breeze.

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Purity

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“You can’t write the clear biography
of the aches and pains inside your skull”

~ Harrison from Skull /  Songs of Unreason

I didn’t decide to be a poet.
 
Rather, the poet found my mind lush fertile ground
for prophecies and fantasies to be or not to be.

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Minstrels

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“I’ve spent a lifetime
trying to learn the language of the dead”

~ Jim Harrison from Sister in  Songs of Unreason

In the quiet early hours before morning blooms
 
I yearn to catch their voices amid the scattered ruins
 
and revel in the midst of their exquisite power.

What is Death?

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A dying friend once asked of me, what is death?
You’re a poet can you tell me please, what should I expect?

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