Words can praise it. of what you must experience taste Nor believe will speak sincerely praising anything. To Achieve War he has the quality of a sphinx when it comes drops in like the same great change selected to achieve war. I had thought of publishing these two miniature poetry collages separately, but I like [...]
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Eyes of All Mankind
the eyes of all mankind Whether seen or listened for from a mountain top over city sunset battered and sometimes torn still bears the minutes of splendor If you were stranger after another across the Western sky I'm learning that I very much enjoy making poetry out of the stuff of everyday life--cardboard and vintage [...]
Penny Harvests
rising wind, freshened earth, and then…the rains This is the message, too, to restore the weary. at a touch, To make the riches of harvests This simple visual poem happened (somewhat) by accident today, as I was experimenting with cardboard and paper. Perhaps something to try my hand at going forward.
Forest Above, Forest Below
Forest Above, Forest Below, paper collage, 2020 we’re all barefoot in time wandering as if old things really do come back from this, everything follows: the moon becomes ecstatic the sky changes its name (laughing, knowing) will these names and faces ever come again? where fingers brush the metal best of man and seed
Your Peace is Tide
Heavenly bodies, paper collage, 2020 your peace is tide spotless like warm rain sends out roots invents prophets invents poets invents a grim, impossible fate like rebirth, this too, is inevitable overhead, a second sun cracks, runs golden unties its strings & waits
This must be the place.
This must be the place, paper collage, 2020 This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 11/10/20 Had a significant insight into my own creative process. It happened on Sunday morning, as I was having coffee and reading one of John Muir’s Wilderness Essays. Experienced a flood of positive emotions as I was [...]
The Yellow Desert Poems
The Yellow Desert, paper collage, 2020 i. the notion of being civilized is heightened by shadows an infinite crust of time a sense of music to hold onto at the center of dawn, earth cries —is vibrant, mellow, happy we are the bystanders relics of liquid freedom ii. the mind breathes in strange waves dense [...]
Scenes From Inside the Gold Mine
The Cave I had a difficult time naming this post. That's probably because I wasn't sure how to tie these collages together (and I couldn't bring myself to use Postcards From a World That Never Happened twice). Portraits from a...Pictures from a...Scenes from a... Funny. Every time the phrase Scenes from a... popped into my [...]
Postcards From a World That Never Happened
I went into last weekend with big ambitions. I had a list of blog posts to work on, lines of poetry that needed honing, expanding, art that needed making. And as it often happens when I've got multiple projects to work on, I spent two days bouncing back and forth between them all and completing [...]
Nostalgia
Before We Grow Old nostalgia no more than longing for words The Pilgrimage
