I am a daily practice pusher. A creative crusader, challenger.But... sometimes you need to break from the routine. Sometimes you need to break the rules and play hooky from your daily practices. Sometimes you need to “be bad” in order to find out the edges of your personality. Sometimes you have to try something different or just take the day off.
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There is something to be said for peeing under the stars. Where the crickets can see you. I can hear them now with their staccato siren call. A surround sound symphony easing me into night.
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Don’t let the bastards get you down, my little one.
Be strong, and bring forth the parts you know to be true.
For if you do not, you will have not lived the life you were blessed with.
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To write before they wake up,
before the sun rises,
to write before the tea boils,
before my thoughts become practical,
to write before I say why I shouldn’t,
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I have yet to make a recording of the Mariposa Night piece. But instead, I recorded myself reading one of my recent poems that I like, called A Spider's Poem. I read the poem in three different voices and then layered the voices in different ways--even though they overlap, the repetition of the same poem highlights the lines rather than masking them.
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The poets of past knew something worth knowing.
To value that which is invisible to the eye and to listen
with the open throats of baby birds.
Way back when I was in college in the 1990's, I wrote a poem called "How to Masturbate." It was a racy title for a spiritual type of experience in nature. That started a new form of poetry for me, that I like to call "Instructive Poetry." Since then I have written a few more. I hope to someday publish a book of instructive poems.
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Every night I die.
Every day I am reborn.
I have been a sealed up hermit, and poetry is what has been coming out of me...
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We tend to lose our connection to our surroundings when we get deeply in a conversation, which is what happened as we neared the end of the 90 minute hike. Suddenly we had no idea how to get back to where we had parked. Luckily, we saw a hiker walking confidently down the path and asked her for directions.
Read MoreHere is a poem I wrote a few days ago after a particularly rich, self-facing, nature-emergent day.
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Sometimes we get what we want, and we rejoice.
Sometimes we get what we want, and fear makes us recoil.
Sometimes we don’t get what we want, and we learn and grow.
Sometimes we don’t get what we want, and we turn against ourselves.
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With the east coast of the United States on my mind, I remember a poem I wrote in 2001 when a hurricane hit New York. It is strange to now be the one far away from the storm. I fear for my friends and family and all people under the monster storm. Sending love...
Read MoreThe freedom is inside, the outside is a mess. The life I see before me is not the life I ever imagined. It surprises me daily with its fiction, its ability to tell stories.
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