I have started a blog called DON’T FOG THE FEELERS with fellow Write Bloody poet Michael Roberts.
The idea is for us to just go wild, feel a pulse, write the pulse.The words can swim in cyberspace and later, if we want to go back and edit and brush the poems off and sew them up [...]

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One evening, I wondered if you’d not be coming back here. Here is where I have been, three years on our birth month. I am sitting down or walking slowly. Lately reminding myself go easy. I think all about this place as I go. Strange thoughts of New York, thoughts one oftentimes can’t sort out [...]

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It’s been snowing. My land is like a broken pony. It begins to silence itself and stays behind the fences with huge whiteness. When the sun breaks in through the silken black  trees, the snow from the past three days hits one with a huge blinding Pacific Northwest explosion of gorgeousness and rebirth.
And when one gathers all [...]

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