E Minor


Balls deep in the disarranged bacchanal of domesticity with a strong urge to pick up the old nylon-string, tune it down and everything/one else out, and play Domeniconi, improvising when it gets too technical. Read More

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Poetry Prompt: Getting Personal 

Painting by Astrid Bruning


My prompt at dVerse Poets Pub is up and it’s about writing a “personal ad” to collect your soul.

“Write a poem that only your intended audience will get. Show them who you are, not who you want the world to see. When I think of sample poems, Walt Whitman’s ‘Song of Myself’ immediately comes to mind as he declares to the world in (at the time) scandalous free verse the celebration of love for both nature and humanity and how they carnally and spiritually intertwine within him.”

To see the full prompt, visit dVerse, and feel free to join in the engagement. Prompt closes this Thursday, June 7 at 1pm Rocky Mountain Time.

You can also see my example, New Refrain.

New Refrain

Painting by Megan Triantafillou

Mass with mastitis
mother by marriage says we’ll go to see Mother Mary but I know you know better
drinking in the sacrament of breath…

…Symposium of spirits concentrate there,
a kiss to sustain the learning world when by day and night
it hardens,
angels martyred
only to meet the gathered light and song and with new refrain go right back IN
TO bodies as
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Fluorescence

“Redlight” by Katrin Fridriks

In the Tibetan mountains I retired to my little cot every night, happy to soon commune with my Lord. But these sallow eyes and wan complexion in this hive of ten-thousand street lamps, only want to escape, sacrificing prayer for distant and pale dreams. And the screen projects blasphemies, spitting them Read More

Getting High

Summit of West Wahatoya (Spanish Peaks) with best friend, Michelle. 2004 (Photo by Craig Bannister)

I know I’ve used this picture on the blog before but it’s one of my favorites. Emei Shan, Golden Temple, and the Sea of Clouds. Sichuan, China. 2004

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Fugue in 3/4

Painting by Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis

Dry smiling
_____________On waterlogged terrain
when you’re not
_______Listening to baroque bones:
is a lie
____________Rococo and euphemized
___________Mirrored, distanced tones
I will be
___________________Treble and bass
the last to leave
_________  This symbiotic masterpiece,
this plane crash
_______________Purgatorial Middle C
_____________An ascension interstice
I refuse
______________  Brothers and Sisters,
to hold onto
________________To deem inviolable
my privilege
_______________A seat on the life raft
____Is well-tempered class struggle

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Rainstorm

Photography by Justin Dodson

When we sat on the chalk cliffs overlooking the Timberron basin and lightning in the indigo sky, it started to rain hard, though far from camp with one poncho between us. It threatened to wash away our ground but somehow, Read More

What the Young Man Said in the Stairwell

Chongqing, China

The thought of having to be around people is cause for anxiety and Joshua says that’s probably a motherly instinct. People are usually either trying to get you to glorify the past or expound on a future one can’t possibly know. It may even be blaspheming to try. Mothers of newborns must be present and attentive constantly, with very little room for error. No, I don’t know where I’m going to call home in three months, and it’s not my concern. God knows. But they who worship the god of security don’t even know how to hear this, let alone accept my decision to trust.

Yesterday I realized it was the tenth anniversary of the 2008 Sichuan earthquake. On that day I was working in the tallest building in Chongqing, a metropolis 300 miles from the epicenter. As I was teaching a class on the 15th floor, I felt the whole classroom start to sway. Read More