SCENE ONE! (I can smear the snickering already. Make that hear. I will check each line by line, or not. As dementia sinks in, I am dismayed how much how quickly of brains “braininess” is ripped out. ) I signed up for an academic.edu class, The time It was to begin was written as 1:00
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(JAPANESE) DEATH POEMS
Writing Jisei, is a common practise, or was I know nothing, or less. But is known as Death Poems, the last poems a haiku or most kinds of Zen poets, write.I found as book called Japanese Death Poems at Kelowna’s own Mosaic bookstore, and find much of interest. Here is one especially apt for ALWAYS
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HOW WE DIE
MY PSYCH Says: Imagine a positive outcome!” HOW WE DIE We all want to know HOW when somebody we know, died. – anonymous 1. Did he get his comeuppance a bullet back of the head hands tied/to an overdose. on a backroad to death valley Live or die make the difference clear vote your
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WAVES
THE SCALE OF MY MISFORTUNE Like everything about me the scale of my misfortune frightens those about me as my mother said though tell me Tell me something anything before I’m dead. Don’t make me plague your dreams, like last night wanting you to drive us home dad asking where you hid his flat cap
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THE SCALE OF MY MISFORTUNE
ANGELS ON MY SHOULDER the scale of my misfortune frightens those about me as my mother said though tell me Tell me something anything before I’m dead. Don’t make me plague your dreams, like last night wanting you to drive us home dad asking where you hid his flat cap bullying you down Main Street
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THE DAY I TAUGHT STARLINGS SOME MOVES TO MURMUR I HAD BEEN TAKING WHITE FLAPPING SHEETS DOWN FROM THE LINE AND I RACED IN THE UNFENCED MEADOW ALFALFA JUST STARTED TO HEAD OUT IF THAT’S WHAT IT IS WHEN IT SMELLS UNEARTHLY LIKE SOME FEET ABOVE THE STARLINGS TURN ON THE WING NOW THERE ARE
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INTUITION
I IS FOR INTUITION (AND LOTTA OTHER THINGS) INTUITION This is your guess the next will be OPEN TUNING my body my wound so tightly wound around my brain vibrates receiving ideas like starlings murmurer swing into every open neuron
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For now, this poem I wrote today stays here on my website. I’ve no interest in debate, or signalling virtue, though I may change my mind. I admire Duncan Mercredi and others, who do put themselves on Facebook accepting the vulnerability of speaking publicly. ~ At the end of our family meetings when we were
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FAIR CONTROL
Revised November 21, 2023 It’s been about a month since I’ve been active on my website, and a long time since I did anything more than repost memes on Facebook. I, there is that horrible work again a work in progress, word, could be (a new book by George Bowering) because I’ve finished a 170
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WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT
FAIR CONTROL My psych understood I was after “fair control,” Understand my pain will never get better. Not ever, only intensity changes. Broken up prose like this might get to be a poem but now I am waiting for four pm and my next flight of meds.I’m in wine valley, though no more for me
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