Category Archives: Poetry

More critters—just keep engendering these guesses, keep working readers, keep asking them to work me. Humans have a capacity for imagination, and this perhaps will allow us to bend the arc of humanicity, to grow, more directly: walking more often … Continue reading →

Profusion! Engender! Delight! We grow by imagination More critters more seeds :- Doug.

I like a writing that works on its reader. :- Doug.

I speak with ancestors to be and the ancestors already. :- Doug.

Don’t say it all Leave open the gate :- Doug.

Every breath you take you’re sending a message to generations :- Doug.

This busy day squeeze out a reflection or two :- Doug.

Maybe the ancestors… …do not exist, or do not exist for us once we forget their names or their existence …only exist as children exist when we give them our eyes, give them our ears, hear them …exist or do … Continue reading →

Grandchild, do I hold you back? How to truly free you? Does setting you free ask you to remember something of humanity? :- Doug.

The mirror We honor so few generations of ancestors before us that it limits our imagination of the ones coming after us how distant the echoes we hear limits how long ours are heard :- Doug.

That seems to be in the nature of an exploration, something even less defined and more ethereal, perhaps sidereal. Wander, wend, sift, circumambulate, track. Follow the evidence of elusive generations. :- Doug.

You are encouraged To read widely And not only out of books Then to write And not only :- Doug.

Say one thing per sentence. Here, strength. :- Doug.

What if our message were transported in the manner of a virus, were in fact that of virus? :- Doug.