September 26, 2014
Fear and Love Times Five

A child’s hand tightens on yours. Fear. Love.

Your hand on someone else’s bare skin.

Stepping outside – first deep breath of winter.

Breathing from a lover asleep at 3 AM.

Wide awake in bed, sweating. Fear. Love.

sleeping couple

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August 19, 2014
Love is a rosebut you better not pick itIt only grows when it’s on the vine.A handful of thorns andyou’ll know you’ve missed itYou lose your lovewhen you say the word “mine”.
"Love Is A Rose" by Neil Young from Decade

Love is a rose
but you better not pick it
It only grows when it’s on the vine.
A handful of thorns and
you’ll know you’ve missed it
You lose your love
when you say the word “mine”.

"Love Is A Rose" by Neil Young from Decade

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July 13, 2014
The Morning Is Full

The Morning is Full

The morning is full of storm
in the heart of summer.

The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of good-bye,
the wind, traveling, waving them in its hands.

The numberless heart of the wind
beating above our loving silence.

Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees
like a language full of wars and songs.

Wind that bears off the dead leaves with a quick raid
and deflects the pulsing arrows of the birds.

Wind that topples her in a wave without spray
and substance without weight, and leaning fires.

Her mass of kisses breaks and sinks,
assailed in the door of the summer’s wind.

Es La Mañana Llena

Es la mañana lleno de tempestad
en el corazón del verano.

Como pañuelos blancos de adiós las nubes,
el viento las sacude con sus viajeras manos.

Innumerable el corazón del viento
latiendo sobre nuestro silencio enamorado.

Zumbando entre los árboles, orquestal y divino,
como una lengua llena de guerras y de cantos.

Viento que lleva rápido robo la hojarasca
y desvia las flechas latientes de los parajos.

Viento que le derriba en ola sin espuma
y sustancia sin peso, y fuegos inclinados.

Se rompe y se submerge su volumen de besos
combatido en la puerta del viento del verano.

from Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair: English/Spanish Edition

July 12, 2014
Our Perigee


Tonight, the nightsky’s full and “super” Moon

makes me think about our own perigee -

When were we closest to each other?

Moments ago in startime, but years ago,

before forces pushed us into empty space.

More about tonight’s full and super Moon.

Our use of perigee to mean the point in the orbit of the moon or a satellite at which it is nearest to the Earth, comes from  late 16th century French p…

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July 5, 2014
On Her Birthday

Labor began with bursts of colored pyrotechnics

to accompany the baby’s declaration of independence.

Tonight, with wine in the soft darkness,

I can see the first-quarter moon, bright Vega,

the universe of love in her eyes.

moon eye

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June 23, 2014
Midsummer Night’s Eve

Midsummer Night’s Eve

Tonight is Midsummer Night’s Eve, even though for those of us in the Northern hemisphere summer has only just started.

The origin of the naming of this as midsummer comes from Old English and we need to acknowledge that the old Anglo-Saxon calendar had only two seasons, summer and winter.

Dividing the year in half for a “Midsummer’s Day” would have put the day near the middle of summer in June. …

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June 17, 2014
Letters Loved

Old letters from lovers, not love letters,

but timelines of relationships like plot diagrams -

conflicts, turning points, resolutions, conclusions, mostly tragedies.

Why do I save them? No sequels.

Dangerous tinder to have around. Best burned.


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June 10, 2014


Two darker shadows in the night lake

watch the still white naked moon sleeping

on a rippling forest just above them.

They are in pain with love, desire -

yearning for something they believe is real.


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May 16, 2014


covers cars, windows and every manmade surface

with no effect but annoyance and tears.

Yellow green hard-coated to protect male gametes

on wind-loving journeys from stamen to pistil.

Bees and insects giddy with its abundance.


In reading about pollen, I discovered that some plants are known as anemophilous, which literally translates as “wind-loving” while other plants are entomophilousor…

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May 11, 2014
Mothering Day

Isis breastfeeding Horus. Mary and baby Jesus.

Mothering Day off from work and fasting.

A mothers day after a Civil War.

The second Sunday of May for all,

but today I celebrate only two, gone.


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April 9, 2014
"I love you and I always will and I am sorry.
What a useless word."

Ernest Hemingway from The Garden of Eden

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April 7, 2014
"Take away love, and our earth is a tomb!"

Robert Browning

“Fra Lippo Lippi”

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April 1, 2014
Infinite Love

You can’t have more or less infinity.

Perhaps, love exists in that way too.

You can’t compare two things to see

if one has a bit more infinity.

It is without limit. It just is.


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February 21, 2014

Our date, a week after Valentine’s Day. A Broadway show we saw 37 years ago follows a French lunch and precedes…


Our date, a week after Valentine’s Day. A Broadway show we saw 37 years ago follows a French lunch and precedes…

February 16, 2014
"Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love."

—       Rainer Maria Rilke - Letters to a Young Poet

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