Category Archives: Poetry

What is the time cycle that includes the ancestor and us with the descendant generations? How far longer is a moment of mystery beyond a question? :- Doug.

An elder is one you know An ancestor is beyond naming :- Doug.

Meditating across centuries What’s the value in going back? :- Doug.

Think, slow, human walking speed, across generations. :- Doug.

I dwell in the ancestors Ancestors dwell in me Generations in me I in them We converse :- Doug.

Many say we are in unprecedented times. Rather, these are precedential times. :- Doug.

My task in art-making calls for ever more questing into the human condition. :- Doug.

We’d ought to create metaphors in verb forms. If we are to bring our poetry and art alive, it needs to move, make, separate, join, destroy, stroke, punch, prohibit. :- Doug.

A poem is a pruning shears…to turn on yourself. You start getting bushy, scruffy. Then again it might be a garden hose to water some parts of you which have become dried up. :- Doug.