Category: Photography
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Another Cold November Morn’
Another Cold November Morn’ another cloudless November skysun-bathed landscape not too distant mountainsdim silhouettes on the horizon interim landscape bathedgolden, yellow, and brown counterpoints of black and graydefine the actors in Sol’s play as a roadrunner scampers inamong the plant-based thespians scrub-sage and Brittlebush bonesfreeze-dried in the night time cold home to moon-frosted apparitionswaiting for…
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My Tadpole Catrike
My Tadpole Catrike tadpole Catrike gobbles the milesmy feet flicking out of the gapbetween the two front wheelslike a flickering snake’s tonguefrom an unhinged serpentine maw cold blue November skynot a cloud in sightthe riverbed is damp fromour first all-day November rainon Dia de Los Muertos the bike path was washedand wind-blown drynow, a large…
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Revisiting Archery After More Than A Year
Since the original posting of this poem, I’ve changed bows, and my accuracy has improved exponentially. I’m currently using a Bear compound bow adjusted to 50 lbs with sights. I still use the 40lb recurve from time to time, but I’ve come to prefer the compound… Progress?… Archery 40lb recurve bow4 strings11 arrows each44 pullssinews…
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Watch Needs Winding
Watch Needs Winding need to water plantson this chilly fall dayneed socks and shoeskeep the chill away the pocket watch in my watchpacket needs winding — too analogsome would say getting ready tore-enter the fray, but first my watch needs winding –LE – 10/19/24
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Old People’s Wisdom
Old People’s Wisdom They say old people are wiseBut to me, we’re merely humanArtifacts, renderings of conditioningAnd non-stop, round-the-clockVitriol and propaganda In most casesWhat they call “the wisdom of old age”Is but a cunning for survival thatIs genetically encoded in our speciesOur racial memories back to the beginning If there’s any ‘wisdom’ in old ageIt’s…
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Survival Of The Fittest – Most Deserving?
Survival of the Fittest? There’s not enough to go around,so we’ve been constantly told, and thus solda bill of goods that profits theself-proclaimed, privileged few. Who, living in obscene opulence, stolenfrom wage slaves and the poor, subsidizedby governments, their cronies in power,enabled by want-to-be entitled elitists of all stripes. Mandarins of the status quo dismiss…
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Fish-mobile
Fish-mobile fish shaped colors floating glinting and sparklingshimmering and swimmingin the languid currents from a large ceiling fan thin wires anchor themin the invisible stream keeps them flowingin place and quite serene –LE – 10/3/24
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Wasting Time
Wasting Time no such thingan aspersion leveledby those with theirown agendas how is time ‘wasted’if one lives in the nowmoving and motivatedby present needs-desires often accused for notresponding to primary conditioningestablishment economic andsocial agendas, not mine ‘wasting time’an illusion of theneuroticly obsessed lemmingsled to their own ‘deaths’, inexorably –LE – 9/13/24 ‘Conventional Time’ – only…
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Lookout Finch
Lookout Finch scanning bushesfor any cattail twitchesbefore dining at the feederbreakfast buffetrecently toppled byferal cat’s paws finches routed byhalf a dozen pigeonbig-boys, the size ofbarred rock chickens, whilestealthy paws send themskittering skyward to roofs and into the treesseeking a safe perch andcomforting anonymitywhile feral pools of cats’ pawsripple and flow, primordial oozein the hedgerow –LE…
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A Memoir Memory From 1980
Lunch In A City Park Ah, there’s a bald head andThere, bouncing boobsOver there, a large paunchParading through They’re all here at lunchtimeMidday summer respiteBlazes of red, yellow, and blueSomething old, something new Feminine styles seated on the lea‘Machos’ up against the treesSleesey dudes strutting throughThey’re all here, lunchtime ease The band is playing, a…
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