Category Archives: Poetry

What O what do you want me to hear You who come to me from ages hence? Do you even care if I hear? Do you even find worth in our converse? Who are we each to the other, if. … Continue reading →

Who is to say the imaginary is not real? :- Doug.

I’m looking for the writings that speak to me, the poetry that evokes me, evokes me out from the shadows, even into the shadows. What speaks and evokes you, grandchild? :- Doug.

An author without a writing can grow. :- Doug.

Be not yourself Know not yourself These get in the way :- Doug.

What I have to teach you is nothing compared to what you have to give the world —and I have seen your gift is important —and worthy :- Doug.

Our great value is to help us imagine a way :- Doug.

Imagination Is a tool to Investigate :- Doug.

Storyteller seek your responsibility to count life’s moving shadows currents of heat and cold :- Doug.

Dive beneath surfaces fly above to the cool beyond light :- Doug.

Do the good work. Write well. Tell well. :- Doug.

To whom might you offer your work, as unto a father or mother of your craft of millennia ago? :- Doug.

Poet, around you feel the shape of the space in which you are working this moment: use that shape to sculpt your song, to hew your rhythms. Pat, push, and stretch spheroids out of cubes, toruses out of pyramids. :- … Continue reading →

opposites in tension give us the thing to teach but how do we find courage to open our mouth? heed the brook’s voice :- Doug.