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banality aside we step lightly on each others toes try and try to find some light in each others eye tread in each side step of being self and selfless and gather wonder in our heart’s discordance what tune what do we do here find here? inside of magic and nothing is there the same […]

Semanas semejante suenos Mi corazon es el mar Salio con un murmuello Tranquillo y contento Y a veces soy una tempestad Marco el compas con mis ondas Yo soy nunca resposado Yo soy nunca durmiente Semejante suenos Soy siempre alli Mi risa es el chaparron que alimenta el mar Soy un espejo Brillo con el […]

Is the moon out tonight Will she be peeking Through the wisps of Summer’s fog Watching me As tears slip And glitter as they fall Is the moon out tonight Or is she sleeping Not aware in her bed of stars Wake and watch me! I’m not dreaming Far now from where you are I […]

Silence Wakes me Finds space in my bed Between the sheets and my dreams Snuggles up and pretends it’s been there For days I focus This cloud This shine I hear nothing but the memory of dreams Its logic pours into this reality Senseless Slowly I lose the threads of thought From then to now […]

I’ve only recently discovered Mark Doty’s poetry. His words create such lucid pictures. Usually this type of writing wallows too much in it’s own imagistic indulgences. Doty’s poetry uses imagery to work toward a greater concept. He instigates thought.

Bukowski Understood “Poetry Readings.” The pretension, the urge to destroy the poet through selfish shortcomings. Well, here I took three readings by Charles and remixed them into one piece. Henry Chinaski took no shit at poetry readings. Listen in.

Heavy steps on drunken feet Join jazz beats Wake me from my sleep Now knowing the mess Of death Homes no longer possessed I long for laughter’s flight Pouring out with doorway light Into a warm Louisiana night My ache finds it’s heart Safely here, this world apart Like a shiny penny tossed I have […]

An angel sang with cherub’s beauty, I forgot her tattered wings. I know she aches from holding worlds of hopes that burn her quiet dreams. From climbing forth from painful pit, her back must ache as wings are dragged. And yet her voice from heaven’s choir cannot be stiffled cannot be gagged. I have seen […]

alone in soft dawn light the moon pulled back the tide left softly to abide alone in placid strength with seaweed floating near waves breaking in my ears alone beside the sea with all the world asleep in fortune’s dream of peace

This sway Like sea-legs I spin Into the bliss of oblivion Rest on the pillow of waves Awash in this Moment of purity With a careful glance behind I see the last Of the soft sunshine Pull myself into this core Wander back, new To who I was before Greet myself With this kind bliss […]

Hey, it’s only poetry.