Tag: Poetry
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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.
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What’s left to say (with audio)
Climate grief and raw rage within a realist’s view of the status quo
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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.
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Enigmatic Energies
A much earlier call to the Muses, but before I’d learned I could call that force ‘the Muses.’
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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.
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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.
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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.
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The Dance Among Mountains
Dancing with Apollo, the Muses and Athena, some of the poet’s patrons, in Tucson.
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