Category Archives: Poetry

Raging Bull: A Prayer for my Father

Do not go gently into that good night, father. Fight, fight, tooth and nail, like the iron-willed boxer you always were— dancing around the ring, pumping jabs and ducking, bobbing and weaving— Sure, you took your lumps and bruises, and … Continue reading

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Moonglow in New Mexico

Grateful for the installment that aired on KRQE news (Channel 13) in Albuquerque, regarding Moonglow on Mercy Street: https://www.krqe.com/entertainment-news/taos-poet-releases-book-about-2020/ In this day and age, for poetry to be represented and shown a little love in the news, is heartwarming and … Continue reading

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Four from Moonglow

Four of the poems from Moonglow on Mercy Street, appearing in the latest installment of Riot Material.

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Moonglow Reading

An invitation to join me at mi casa this Sunday, January 17th @ 4pm (MT), as I will be doing a live Zoom reading from my new book of poetry, Moonglow on Mercy Street.  This event is part of the SOMOS Poetry … Continue reading

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On the Nature of Daydreaming

In America, daydreaming is fast becoming an anachronism, and endangered species, with its habitats being destroyed, and its numbers in the wild decreasing at an alarming pace. Which raises the question– What would daydreaming’s extinction mean in relation to the … Continue reading

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A Love Poem

There are some lovers who, in the spacious means allotted by respect, green toward one another, as gardens hold reams of moonlight, without constraint or undue possession.

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Root Cause

The offshoots of roots spread everywhere under your feet. They are the architectural tentacles of a magnificent culture. Ground there. It is the tended prelude to most solid flight plans.

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Dr. Seuss Meets Buddha

Building a rocket-ship of a meditation chair, low to the ground, in my sawdust workshop of a heart chamber, so as to comfortably leave my body and astrally roam with medicinal curiosity— Oh, the places you’ll go!

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Ink

There are some of us, a strange lot, who enjoy rolling around in spools of text and bathing in wet ink— for fun, for pleasure. It is not a recommended past-time, but rather one that is born from the necessity … Continue reading

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Cosmos

To have an open dialogue with the cosmos through a sensitive antenna of a flower with lavender petals crowning my head was something I used to scoff at or dismiss. And now? I am a gardener, tilling seeds of moonlight … Continue reading

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