Fri, 30 Sep 2005
Sunset XII
It's an explosion--
radiant color bursting
in all directions.
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Thu, 29 Sep 2005
Cleaning the Field
Ten people appear,
with brooms, reordering
the dirt on the field.
written after seeing the baselines
at Fenway Park raked between innings
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Fast Ball
The ball moves so fast
it seems to disappear for
moments in its flight.
written about Jonathan Papelbon's fast ball
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Wed, 28 Sep 2005
Cough
Sudden throaty bass
of a cough--it sounds as if
something's caught in there.
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Tue, 27 Sep 2005
Reality
Reality sets in.
There is much to do. Also
much to be scared of.
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Mon, 26 Sep 2005
Ebbing Life
Its twitching has stopped,
and yet the moth I just crushed--
I can feel its life.
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Sun, 25 Sep 2005
Anger II
The wary drawn eyes
and mouth clenched in a grimace.
She's filled with anger.
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Birds on the Skylight
Suddenly, the sound
of birds alighting above,
on my clear skylight.
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Sat, 24 Sep 2005
Bubbles in Beer
The many bubbles
flow up through the glass of beer,
amber and constant.
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Bathroom Break
During the brief break,
the urinals flush without
rhythm or comment.
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Fri, 23 Sep 2005
Clean Room
A weight is lifted--
at long last my room is clean.
The empty floor. Space.
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Mon, 19 Sep 2005
Playa on my Hands
Playa on my hands.
It feels odd, and slippery.
Brings back memories.
written after cleaning my Burning Man supplies
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Sun, 18 Sep 2005
Gathered Meeting
The Meeting feels strange.
Something's alive, different.
God's words through my friends.
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Sat, 17 Sep 2005
The Big Dig
Long well-lit tunnels
winding under the city--
man-made and yet real.
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Sun, 11 Sep 2005
Just People Sitting
The silence seems weak--
no quaking, no deep presence,
just people sitting.
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Sat, 10 Sep 2005
The Waves
The ocean's water
slips through the sand, as if it's
not solid at all.
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Thu, 08 Sep 2005
Rage
Blood fierce with anger,
my speech becomes terse and hard,
my face unsmiling.
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Wed, 07 Sep 2005
Sunset XI
Radiant red streaks
arcing in front of grey sky
as the sun shows through.
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Mon, 05 Sep 2005
Exodus
A line of stopped cars,
each driver sad and relieved
about going home.
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The End
The buildings are gone,
replaced by open air--and
the city vanishes.
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Sun, 04 Sep 2005
The Temple Burn
Each small piece burns bright.
The temple is outlined with
the orange of its fire.
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Bagpiper
The distant tone of
a bagpipe cuts through the din
crisply, mournfully.
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Sat, 03 Sep 2005
The Man
A fierce explosion
of fireworks upon fireworks
as the Man is lit.
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Dust Devil II
Thin pillars of sand
spin through the air, only
aloft by motion.
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Fire Dancer
Her small lithe body
bends languidly, gracefully,
unconsciously.
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Fri, 02 Sep 2005
SoLA
Saturated light,
in the pitch black of the desert,
oscillates brightly.
written about
SoLA
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Glow
The rapt audience
glows warmly while they watch
warmly glowing films.
written at the Black Rock City
48 Hour Film Project screening
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A Vision
She moves back and forth.
Lush, languid, and feminine,
her breasts sway softly.
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Emptiness
Far in the distance
are the mountains. In between,
only emptiness.
written at the garbage fence
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