I know Yaozu is fascinating, niece,
But please remember,
The moth is drawn to the flame
Not because she understands fire,
But because she does not.
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— Sunburst Woman (and other poems about intimacy)
Inscrutable
Inscrutable Japan?
Imagine an homogeneous people
Separated by customary formality
Trying to find ways around their traditions
And get close.
Inscrutable America?
Imagine a diverse people
Separated by customary informality
Trying to find ways around their “friendliness”
And make their alleged closeness
Real.
Before There Was You (The Difference You Make)
Another poem from my forthcoming collection, “Sunburst Woman”.
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Do you make a difference?
Is that your question?
Well of course you do!
You are the waterfall
Which cleans the air I breathe.
You are the meadow
In which I have planted my crop.
You are the wind
Which lifts up my wings.
You are the rock
Upon which I have built my home.
Yet, before there was you,
My life was drying out like a wildflower
That had blossomed in a drought.
Drying out like a wildflower
Bending low and withering in a drought.
Before there was you,
My life was a child
Separated and lost
In a museum of dusty memories,
In a mausoleum of the past.
My days were numb.
My hours were hunger.
I knew only famine,
For water,
I drank my own thirst.
(You make a difference, love.
Yes, you make a difference.)
How the Gods Created the World
I know how the gods
Sang the world into existence
For I have heard
Tan WeiWei.
Interesting Theory
From my forthcoming collection of poems, Sunburst Woman, which will be available on Amazon by the end of this month.
For some, “Love is war”.
Interesting theory.
But where is the connection?
Where is the communion?
Where in all of that
Is the other person?
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Interesting theory.
But sounds like masturbation
With a deflatable love doll.
Sample Poem from “Sunburst Woman”
Here is a sample of the poetry you will find in my forthcoming book, “Sunburst Woman”.
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One Has Been Like the Mountains
Renee once camped alone in the Wet Mountains
For a month, maybe longer.
She expected to be gone ten days
But up in the wilderness,
There was no pressure to be anyone but Renee.
She began finding herself,
Did not want to come back.
In the end, she had to come back.
The evening streetlights as she approached the city
Flaunted themselves like garish prostitutes,
The gaudy odors of the angry cars
Slammed her nostrils,
The senseless banging and meaningless roars
Disoriented her.
Renee went for days
Before she was desensitized again,
Before her senses had retreated
Into shocked numbness,
Before she was once again a well-adjusted
Citizen of the city.
“All my lovers have been like the city”,
Renee told me, “All except one.
One has been like the mountains.”
Sunburst Woman
Within the next ten days, I intend to self-publish a collection of poems on the subject of intimacy and love. The collection will be called Sunburst Woman.
It will include both some of the best poems I have posted to this blog over the years, plus some excellent new poetry never before published. It will be available on Amazon as a paperback.
I do not believe the collection will disappoint many people. I will pass along more information as it becomes available.
