Monthly Archives: July 2020

You know more

What you can see is more than lifting the fog you know more than you know :- Doug.

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In through the fingers

Ponderful things come in through the fingers give you freedom to write to pry open some forgotten box :- Doug.

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In that bright morning light

Who says clarity is only in brainwork earned and propagated? In that bright morning light I came home There are processes at work and beauty Fog comes & goes we know not when nor how :- Doug.

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Edge of meaning

It is possible to write something that was not evident before to reach an edge of my own meaning :- Doug.

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Detail, oh, detail!

Not mere concreteness, but detail, oh, detail! :- Doug.

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Exercise could not

Will I do these things next time? Hard to say But if I did not so Exercise my imagination I could not :- Doug.

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Gave up on life

She gave up on life Giving up on life and its possibilities Is a failure of imagination :- Doug.

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Story in that house

What stories have been significant for me? Rewrite this story in that house. :- Doug.

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Physical concretizing

Write then rewrite with physical concretizing metaphors. :- Doug.

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Exploring hats

Exploring what uniform I wore and What new hat I can try on next time That is the adventure in this story :- Doug.

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Story calling forth

Through story, calling forth a higher humanity :- Doug.

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Did I assimilate?

What did I assume? What did I, do I, seek to assimilate? What is my role as lawyer, counselor, human? :- Doug.

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Suggest v shouting

The evidence is in; it says I believe: That to suggest a call to make Gets us further down the path Than shouting “Justice for the Dying!” That I do not know anyone’s final best And that I feel disappointed … Continue reading

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Rap across my knuckles

A rap across my knuckles Yet training wheels for the next times: What little I did in the face of What I did not do and The way her dying was deadened :- Doug.

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A pinch is a signal

Well now. It must have pinched deep in my innards, to have me writing two poems! Such a pinch is a signal to look, perchance to change. This is gouging with the pen—more painful than a scalpel! And messier. :- … Continue reading

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gravel spinach and splinter

Work poetry, work! slash at poet’s fat and muscle! pour in gravel spinach and splinter! :- Doug.

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For a whole afternoon

Watching clouds for a whole afternoon brings understanding :- Doug.

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