Parallel Poems

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nature lover

with the windows closed

the screensaver

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copulanded genitivals

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orgaseismic knee-tremblor

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climacteric change

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À rebours

old fossils heaped up

on hot coals

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dark energy

summing it all up

the name grasped at

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everything!

an atheorist

strings it along

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there! hear it!

line breaks voicing the void

within me

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petal fall

I too am becoming

not being

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without refuge

the other you are

is still me

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for H. Gene Murtha (4th September)

final straw

we draw the dark side

of the moon

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a free-floating comma eats roots and leaves

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seminal night . . .

salmon thrash upriver

by the stars

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eluding the names

they bear

my ancestors' stars

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undercover

of paper-mâché dreams

of family

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undercover

paper-mâché dreams

of belonging

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your silence

after the universe

no longer could

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sequences

An Anniversary Tribute
(remembering Svetlana Marisova)

silent bird,

shadows of your voice

stir the void

valley mist—

all the shapes words make

of light

empty now

the presence that once was

nothing but you

twilight sky—

the withdrawal

of your veil

light-smeared

and still waning

crescent moon

afterglow

wisp by wick

a candle

nameless moon—

spring light flitters

the shadows

after life

slow deep September

breaks the soil

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speak memory!

the hush of first love

awaits your words

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War

will thy will

also be droned in heaven

as it is on earth?

another piece—

in matching body parts

she finds her child

re-membering

the love of the many

in a mass grave

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tower-fall—

big brother seizes

his cue

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words of war . . .

a prayer wheel

stages

a revolution

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recalling 9/11, drone bombings, Viet Nam, Hiroshima, Pukerangiora .........

	dead silence . . .

	and still the circus

	goes on

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spring gloom . . .

the seeds once sown

still to die

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(for Alan Summers on his birthday)

on waking

a candlelit drama

centre-stage

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at wits' end

descendants of our now

sift through debris

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windowed moon:

with two of everything

the pauper's thief

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homeless sky—

a shore-borne child dies

to free will

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crescent moon—

intelligence sources

swap kill lists

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the clarity!

dawn awakening

a nick in time

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avant-garde dogs my words neither gnawed back to bare bones

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post-literate decapitalation of conSumerian scripts

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spring or autumn?

two thirds marked out now

the beast in me

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in its wings
already the butterfly's
afterlife

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lengthening days—

childhood shadows stretch

farther away

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water sound

without frog

without pond

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in spring rain

the cries of the slain

also rise

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dark energy—

in summing it all up

the words I cling to

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spring rain

wiping agape eyes

free from tears

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parting shot

sunlight glances off

the coffin's sheen

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afterbirth—

an ancient darkness

stirs the earth

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haiku poet:

a low carbon worker

at the coal-face

of being

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on earth too

nullified human

remains

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by moon mist

the black swan song sung

in some lake

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gentle breeze—

a mist shadow drifts

across her veil

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plum tree,

hold back with me

the passing day

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waxing moonlight—

a spring concupiscence

invades the garden

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spring seedlings—

with my ancestors

in the rain

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spring rain now

and at the hour

when it falls

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writers' block

no longer can they read

my Facebook posts

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event horizon—

all the places

I am not

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haiku party—

a frog distances itself

from its past

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this body

how it breaks down

in the moon

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just five senses—

how much more of spring

can I take in?

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just for now

a cloud against blue

is all that is

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lips slip

the petal brush

of spring

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phone glow

her words become

static

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once blossoms

fall plumb darkening

the garden

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and you, child

never to come past

your becoming

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and you, child

never to come past

your becoming

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the you

forever past

spring clouds

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buried deep

a death denied

a headstone

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only now

hearing the voice

that called my name

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distant chant

a lawn mower droning

mortality

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at a loss

to recreate such a dawn

I bury seeds

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blood moon

eclipsed by

another side

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and you, son

listening still to the song

in its egg

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plumb-dark eyes

where all light is held

in thrall

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these words too

my eschatology

of being

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dead to words

the silence of darkness

within blue

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full grown

in my memory

seeds sown

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is this dawn?

egg sacs of light

in my garden

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moon-drenched

the dark side

of my garden

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on waking

words from the dark side

of the earth

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what binds you, moon,

to the light and dark

of passing days?

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the nothing I have to say is in my words

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out to pasture

I chew over the cud

of becoming

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the sound of

messages of condolence

after the tone . . .

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on queue words line centre-stage

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eight legged dew

along silken fall lines

spread the light

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to be

is the was

of seems

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september ends—

native birds piece together

a war of words

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barren moon—

unable to conceive

a being

greater than oneself

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september—

the spring once more

in my step

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re-entering

my neolithic age—

soil-dark fingers

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a word
after a word
at war
afterwards

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War and Peace

the other he has a lean and hungry look	brutal how we come to bury the knives
i think therefore it is light at last	a slice each of crunchy cucumber on her eyes
alone alas alack at all a declension of nouns	coolness: the wrinkling skin of vision
postfixes the lingering taste of a death	the writing in the tissue fold long forgotten

A spontaneous sequence with Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy