Tag Archives: Poetry

False

What of the Truth! Say, what is that? It’s me and you and we and not; my truth is here, yours is there. Ours is both, yet neither too. One plus one is one, not two, when it comes to … Continue reading

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Adrift

The western sky is clear: no tall clouds, no sudden gales or chop. Still I drift, try as I may. The voyage made, the distance covered, wasted. To reach safe harbor, but with no moorings, no anchor or kedge. Twisting … Continue reading

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Words are a poor substitute for knowing: Like the screaming dial tone of old internet. Like smoke signals, ambiguous and transitory, vainly trying to convey the full-flaming sentience of their source. Much worse though, for their pride. Like buckshot, making … Continue reading

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Migrations

I perch in place in time and space, and not quite understanding. I don’t doubt though that upon this bough I’ve made the proper landing. For where I alight is a joyous sight for those around me standing, So I … Continue reading

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Coquí Finds His Voice

Now as then, on Borikén, an island in the Caribbean Sea, an amphibian is always singing; the frog says his name “Coquí!” Coquí sang with pride on a branch outside, and wove the night together. His faith abides in his … Continue reading

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Mirrors

I am the seeker, I am the seer gazing at the world as if a mirror. Reflections of self seen in the other, reflecting on this turns all to brothers, to friars, to nuns, to tribe, to clan; all things … Continue reading

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Shoefalls

One, two, they dropped both shoes right down onto me. Three, four, what there’s more! How many can there be? All my life, now I live in fright; The risk will never end. I know I’m right, yet still this … Continue reading

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