Category Archives: Poetry
Her hand print fades
Her hand print fades from off the glass closest she could get as he lies dying and I, having sent her away — was it gently?— seeing this embrace too quickly evaporate grab a marker to trace its outline :- … Continue reading
Circular
Circular the universe of roots of trees their branches of cumulus clouds of flocks of clouds and birds of shapes of planets and their orbits the reach of my thinking and probably yours the gathering of our peoples and our … Continue reading
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Hear what are
people only Hear what they are prepared to Taste :- Doug.
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Stories and poems live
Stories and poems live in metaphor as metaphor :- Doug.
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More true to what you meant
When you use a metaphor in your story or poem, ask, What kind of X is that? Go two or three steps: your metaphor can grow more true to what you meant, more concrete. :- Doug.
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All human activity is to express
All human activity is to express When heard the circle completes Being heard makes a person :- Doug.
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Their eyes tell you
Tell your story their questions their eyes tell you :- Doug.
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in wholes
This course encourages you to think to dream in wholes, completes :- Doug.
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Soak up the music
Immerse the grandchild in any environs her essence will soak up the music :- Doug.
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With your mother’s eyes
With your mother’s eyes Are you called to life From out of her womb Her eyes search yours search And you are known With your mother’s eyes You are called forth You gazing back … Continue reading
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Mystery-teller
I am a mystery-teller For you I offer a mystery Ancestors :- Doug.
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Ancestors to one another
What if ancestors were not ahead of you in line (nor behind you in something some call “time”) but were all around you, all about you, sustaining you as you sustain them? You may get your hazel eyes from your … Continue reading
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Do you maintain
What are you doing to maintain— Generations yet to come? Generations gone on ahead? Generations walking alongside you? Beings not at all like you ancestoring you? :- Doug.
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lonely strands
You ancestor are the story, the song with snatches of tune and maybe almost no words remembered. This melody makes persons of lonely strands. Of DNA. Of estranged blood. Makes mutuality of these persons. :- Doug.
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Carry the tune?
We are touched by the melody, but can we carry the tune to others? :- Doug.
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to puncture the skin
Our stories our poetry are to puncture the skin of consciousness :- Doug.
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Our stories actually mourn?
How might we have our stories, our poems, actually mourn? Or dance? Maybe ask Meredith Willson or Edgar Allan Poe. An actually mourning poem would without words keen in the throat that hears. Keening exceeds the one, enters the realm … Continue reading
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