Fish Studying Water

Hi friends! Here’s a poem I wrote a few years ago, going after an especially difficult and subtle problem. How do we become aware of the medium in which we are suspended? We can sort of see air indirectly, with a flag

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The Way That We Do It

Hi Folks. I’ve had some wonderful stimulus lately. Met a dear old friend on Friday for a lovely nature walk and energizing conversation (you have to love The Vale of Avoca – and right in midtown, too!) then yesterday I walked nine

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Wrong In What Sense?

Hello my friends! Here is another piece based upon unexpected humane insight, from my poetry collection “Night Song for Cigar-Box Banjo” (and for those kind folks who have asked – yes, the long awaited Ebook edition is coming very soon). One of

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Wonky Dance of Modern Times

I attempt to craft things in many forms – musical, graphic, long form writing and poetry. But just as the immediacy time-rootedness and dynamics of music make it the most directly impactful emotionally, poetry reacts to the outside world in extremely interesting

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Almost did a crazy thing

Hi folks, hope you are keeping well, mounting stressors notwithstanding. I’ve had an interesting week so far, wearing my publisher’s hat. I have had a lot of curious jobs and roles over the years, but right now my primary occupation is caregiver

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Progress

Here’s an example of a very old idea with clear sharp modern relevance. The idea comes from Rumi’s father Bahauddin (apologies to my Persian friends if I got that wrong – spelling varies here for almost all of the greats). Very little

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Pan Was Not Consulted Here

Hey folks! Isn’t it funny how wonky and non-linear creativity is? Even when you develop various mental tools of envisioning (important in every art) you still need a combination of motivational drive, and some direction in which to deliver your work. My

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Perfectly configured for a planet never come

Here’s another reading from my poetry collection “Night Song for Cigar-Box Banjo” a piece with more conventional (that is, rhyming) form than usual for me – and a modern romantic take on some very old human themes. With so many things at

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The Parable

About a hundred years later (top photo) Here’s a poem I wrote a couple of nights ago, that might appeal to my more environmentally and historically interested friends. I’ve seen more and more discussion of late about the question of whether we