Category Archives: Poesy-Prosey-Artsy

scribbles that look like poems but don’t scan or rhyme; or else they look like regular writing in whih case they are prose; or they are pictures which look like neither

clefts of reflection

between romps, adventures, clatter come as leafly rustles

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pohaku/wai

at first glance a wall but a  visage lovelier for weathered sculpture   beyond the surface freshness – shadows and depth beguile and confuse

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blue:bicycles:red

  blue me, wandering beside blue canal – I  laugh at a hawsered laundry of bicycles: bicycles everywhere;  stacked, leaning, piled, jumbled in scrums yet these two, almost kissing a chaste synapse separating blue and red: red lights, not chaste, yet separated … Continue reading

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ikebana

    in winter’s wet lee beauty piques as maiden’s glee: – surprise! birthday cake     On a stormy, wet winter Saturday – two days before Spring starts – we went to an Ikebana Show in San Francisco. I got lost … Continue reading

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Hanging on the Wall: The Naive Art of John Danger and Friends

I have visited Papua New Guinea (PNG) several times, entering and departing through  the noisy, disorderly airport at Port Moresby, the capital. I generally do not care much for Port Moresby – it is a grimly depressed and somewhat menacing town. … Continue reading

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Random Leaf

random leaf and I histories intersected in  mindful present During quiet time, some may whisper into the ears of dried grass; or listen to the wafted murmers of zephyrs passing by. During quiet time this morning, I shared a few moments … Continue reading

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antipodes/syzygy

love’s antipodes/ – an indifferent terrain-/ offers sole refuge   better to tune in/ present; turned-toward,  hearts open/ aligned in syzygy

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Unrealizations/shadowplay

Late evening shadowplay signals – come see – seductive presentness fleeting unreality

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as muted calm stills

Ripples babble spry too soon: freshet currents quiet as muted calm stills

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Ed and Ikaika’s 5 Minute Writing Spree

In 1988 I was teaching and tutoring, while also picking up the odd engineering consulting jobs and helping men die. One of my students was Ikaika, a boy who had difficulty writing. In my diary for March 11 1988, I … Continue reading

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