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Day 298 4/20/14: Enduring Fragments from Abandoned Poems
When the subconscious offers so much free material, it seems a shame to waste it. But not all dreams make the creative cut and become poems…. *** My mother asked where would you be if you could be...
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Day 355 6/25/14: The Power of Hopelessness
This excerpt is from Pema Chodron’s book “When Things Fall Apart.” It’s a longish read, but worth it. If we are willing to give up hope that insecurity and pain can be terminated, then we can have the...
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South Africa: Part Deux
I am trying to write and remember more about South Africa, before the memories take on the feelings of dreams, before mundane realities of day-to-day life in L.A. eclipse my beautiful visions. Here are...
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My Very First Shark Breach
Okay, first off thanks again to Peter Eisenhauer for shooting, editing and sharing these great videos of a truly magical time in South Africa. Please excuse my orgiastic screams. This was the first...
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The Path of Playing Cards (Or the Gospel of Salty Junk)
On Tuesday afternoon, walking to the parking garage after work I passed a perpetually trash-strewn patch of plants and stopped to free a Macy’s bag impaled on a thorny branch. Grumbling with fatigue,...
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Shark Toilet, Shark Totem
This shark toilet is so grotesque that I feel obligated to balance the horror with a little spirituality. If you’re obsessed with sharks like I am, you might have wondered why they manifest in your...
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Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way: A Poem by Mary Oliver
Enjoy the simplicity and beauty of the splendid Mary Oliver…. If you’re John Muir you want trees to live among. If you’re Emily, a garden will do. Try to find the right place for yourself. If you can’t...
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Encounter by Czeslaw Milosz
We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly a hare ran across the road. One of us pointed to it with his hand. That was long ago. Today...
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