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a poem — The inspiration for this poem was listening to “Sad Professor” by R.E.M. while commuting home from work. dark mud slop shoulders the silver stream, bent trees stuck, brambles clumped like sad professors. the liquid mirrors their fears slivers the glen ambiguously as blackbirds cut a brazen sky after rainfall. on…

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haiku for new year’s day — Happy New Year, folks. It struck me this morning how some can get depressed about time’s linear pull, its inevitable tug and drag like a chain around our necks. But time is a circle, too. The seasons change, the hours revolve, the systems keep recycling, renewing. We recognize the shape…

Absurdist found poem culled from erroneous Zoom meeting transcriptions — OK, forward! We talked a lot about furniture, so many colors… You should be getting a bit of fullness, study a broad person, live to become. To any of the ids… do you understand? We can fit, right? OK, stop. Thanks for reading. Want to see more creative content like…

haiku for the end of the semester —

Found poem based on Joyce Carol Oates story titles — where are you going? back there, where the world becomes a house of correction, and drains fill with pastoral blood. children will stray to a region of ice contemplating American adventure where accomplishments stalk desires. where have you been? oh, it was a year of wonders a summer of wild Saturdays, happy…

A Zen poem by Ryonen — Ryo-Nen was a Zen nun living in the 17th century. I came across this poem by her in The Perennial Philosophy by Aldous Huxley, page 138: Sixty-six times have these eyes beheld the changing scenes of Autumn. I have said enough about moonlight, Ask me no more. …

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haiku from the beach —

Tanka poem for Sunday morning —

a meditation poem —

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Taoist poem, after Chuang Tzu — even a testy river man can’t lose his temper when another boat, empty is about to collide no one to fume at nobody to curse if you could cross empty through life who could harm you? be an empty boat This poem is derived from a passage by Chuang Tzu…

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Poem — Lately, I’ve been reading the poetry of John Ashbery. Previous encounters with his work had been frustrating. Ashbery takes chances. His use of cutup technique, unexpected images, bizarre juxtapositions, and apparently unfinished thoughts befuddled me. That still happens, but I now feel like I’m tuning into his frequency a little…

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