OH NO-ETRY, IT’S POETRY!!
POEMS
That Raw Rage Inside
I’ve been going *through* *it*… oof! So here’s a poem, and some cardboard art!
Cardboard Art: The Parched Landscapes Within
Cardboard art + a poem, on ‘resilience’, or something.
Cardboard Art: Snowdrift
Cardboard art + a lil poem for snowfall
Cardboard Art: Refulgence
A little poem with a tiny bit of cardboard art.
The Catalina Mountains: Babad Do’ag I and II (with audio)
The Santa Catalina mountains, on the northern edge of Tucson, are one of the great loves of my life, and have helped to make me what I am now.
Carcinogenic Optimism
A poetic reflection on the stubborn optimism of many (but not all) Boomers, despite the now unavoidable reality we all face.
Saguaro Poems: For the Saguaros (with audio)
What good we could do for the saguaros, for the planet, may we only do it *now*.
Saguaro Poems: ‘That cactus is so sturdy!’ (with audio)
The first of a series of Saguaro Poems (or 2, at least, for now), this one on the vulnerability revealed by the condition of being armed.
Great Mother, What Can Be Done? (with audio)
A poet’s prayer to Gaia, the Great Mother, from my collection Poems for the Anthropocene, to mark the start of COP27, with audio.
There’s a space inside
The last of the love poems: The Big Heartbreak. It’s his birthday, and he’s been haunting me, so I’m feeling maybe a little spiteful.
‘Forests’ if you please (with audio)
‘Woods’ and ‘woodland’ or ‘forests’? Language matters.
The impact of hearing myself reciting my poems
Reflections (mostly surprise, even shock) on feeling the impact of hearing my poetry, simultaneously the poet and a stranger to words I know reflexively.
What’s left to say (with audio)
Climate grief and raw rage within a realist’s view of the status quo
Oedipus, or They Who Dared
A poem from a while back, a spontaneous production inspired by a song one of my friends was writing and had just sung for us.
Enigmatic Energies
A much earlier call to the Muses, but before I’d learned I could call that force ‘the Muses.’
Of Zeus and Ganymede
The second of a pair of love poems.
His eyes, amber grey and green/in the light of the sun
One of the very few love poems I’ve written about a man I was with at the time.
Music Only I’ve Heard
Melodies in my head I can’t get rid of with lyrics to a song I’ll never sing, plus a playlist of actually good music.
There are some who will outlive us all
Does anyone else feel this intense foreboding I’ve been feeling but haven’t been able to escape for a few years? An expression of that, as an expression grief and a consolation.
The Dance Among Mountains
Dancing with Apollo, the Muses and Athena, some of the poet’s patrons, in Tucson.
Who was ever accepted/with a research statement in verse?
After I submitted a second PhD application to transfer into a different program + a view of the natural world I’d brought into a bland subdivision yard.
On Ends, Follies, Ascension
A journey through depressive realism, and an answer given by the Muses.
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