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Suspicion

3 Nov

“People who can’t write verse are paranoid and suspicious about things that rhyme.” – R. Sue

 

 

 

 

People who can’t write sentences are paranoid and suspicious about everything. – J@M

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Mother What Have You Done?

1 Oct

You crouched behind a rock

Holding the first one

An egg cradled

In your armor

Your amour

The second one was stronger

More like you

Independent, instinctually intelligent

You placed

The third one in his arms when

You thought

It died

For you

Mother, why

Set me to float away

On this dream of love

I’m still alive

It says downstream

With the voice of a man

Exactly

But he doesn’t want to leave

Just yet

No one really does

A little bit louder and a little bit worse

1 Oct

Well, that was the end of a good three-month run of daily postings from the past. It just didn’t seem right not to address the fact that yesterday was the very last post from the loose pages of manuscript that are now very useful bits of scratch paper with random words on the back. Today was one of those picture perfect days on which no one remembers to bring a camera. It was beyond beautiful – even for Costa Rica. So, here’s a picture I took a few days after I arrived.

Under the rainbow

Somewhere under the rainbow

It’s hard to capture the way the light refracts off the seemingly infinite shades of green backlit by a pure azure blue. When you focus on that as I did in this picture, you lose the vibrant rusty-colored red of the roof tiles and the volcanic soil which is just as dramatic. Maybe even more so when you consider that it is just dirt. There’s something about the color of that soil. Words like rich and fertile come to mind immediately. A friend of mine told me that Costa Rica is “a study in contrasts”. I can’t think of one bigger than that between the heavens and the earth.

Muchos cielos,

Costacalle

Chapter 3 – To Christian

21 Sep

When did your spirit die

And leave your body to fend for itself

You knew that it would take

Neither the rush, nor the fall

From grace

It is true

You were slipping

Into some new dementia

Searching for an absolute on earth

Would not do

Now what I would not do

Is follow or weep

For you have left behind

Nothing but grief

Will you wander for eternity?

Never satisfied

Although you’ve paid the highest price

Chapter 3 – What Have I

14 Sep

What have I lost

I never had

Past the point of consideration

Auna Joy was born today

February 14, 1995

Baby girl

Your mom was swollen with you

Once

And you never even opened up

Your eyes for us – not

Once!

I watched you making faces

With your mother’s mouth

As she slept I watched her

Do the same

Your teenage uncle held you in

His hands afraid to hold you

I was too, but when you rested

In my arms at last I felt

A miracle like you could happen

Only once

Chapter 3 – Where are You?

13 Sep

Summertime friend

It has been a cold winter

Without your hands

Holding mine

Walking the streets to

Pass away time

Do you play golf?

Or would you rather

Strip yourself clean

To run around

On the green

Let’s order some pizza

Read our poetry

Listen to the crickets sing

Then chase them

Round n’ round

‘til we fall on the ground

And the sprinklers come on

And so do we

Let’s drive away

To some desolate place

Watching meteor showers

Drinking wine

I would be your dreamer

If you would be mine

Chapter 2 – To Ninni, My Big Sister

2 Sep

I will not verse on your beauty

For surely it has, and will inspire

Many a poet to match in metaphor

That which the artist’s eye does seek

I shall not write about your generosity

Though it has been plentiful

And gratefully received

You’ve given freely without reserve

While I am able

To give you only these

Simple words, spoken softly

Attempting to appease

The bestial sea

Between us

Perhaps one day

Salt water will carry you back to me

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