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Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of five nonfiction books, three collections of poetry, "Children to the Mountain", "The Last recurrent Dream" (Two Plum Press), "Conversations with Poetry (coauthored with Tom Cowan), and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music". Lindorff calls himself an activist poet, channeling his activism through poetic voice. He also writes with other voices in other poetic styles: ecstatic, experimental and performance and a new genre, sand-blasted poems where he randomly picks sentence fragments from books drawn from his library, lists them, divides them into stanzas and looks for patterns. Sand-blasted poems are meant to be performed aloud with musical accompaniment.

He is a practicing dream worker(with a strong, Jungian background) and a shamanic practitioner. His shamanic work is continually deepening his partnership with the land. This work can assume many forms, solo and communal, among them: prayer, vision questing, ritual sweating, and sharing stories by the fire. He is a born-pacifist and attempts to walk the path of non-violence believing that no war is necessary or inevitable.


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SHARE More Sharing        Saturday, April 5, 2025
Three short poems about being 74 (with appreciation for Milosz) Why do I keep writing and writing and writing? / Because the water keeps lapping and lapping and lapping. / The birds keep flying and singing and flying.
SHARE More Sharing        Friday, April 4, 2025
Where the hell are we going? (Mama, is it too late?) We've come undone / We didn't know what we were headed for / And when we found what we were headed for / Mama, it was too late . . .
(6 comments) SHARE More Sharing        Thursday, April 3, 2025
Czeslaw Milosz -- May he not rest in peace Even in translation / I am like a yoyo in his hands.
SHARE More Sharing        Tuesday, April 1, 2025
Prayers for Mandalay Horrific civil war./ Horrific earthquake./ City of bloody conflict./ City of gold.
McClure's Beach 8-18 #2, From FlickrPhotos
SHARE More Sharing        Tuesday, April 1, 2025
The man in the yellow shirt -- Footprints in the sand The man in the yellow shirt / Represents a bright spot for me, / Like a beacon.
SHARE More Sharing        Sunday, March 30, 2025
Our monster (a poem, reposted from March 2016, followed by the original reflection) We created it / Out of provincialism, / Greed / And our fear of everything.
SHARE More Sharing        Sunday, March 30, 2025
30 sentences A man is running down seven flights of stairs./ A dog is barking at a cow who has taken something./ A baby is finger-painting in her crib.
SHARE More Sharing        Saturday, March 29, 2025
When? When will they fall again - the bombs? / And when will it seep back into the clay - the innocent blood?
(1 comments) SHARE More Sharing        Friday, March 28, 2025
Quantum technology is not new but it has been suppressed and classified I have been convinced for some time that the "alien" technology that has been witnessed by ordinary people for a hundred years (under the generic filing, UFO sightings) is not alien but very human Quantum technology.
SHARE More Sharing        Monday, March 24, 2025
Welcome back, and help The dolphins are here And after that the rest of everything. How was it being above it all? Do you have any advice for us?
SHARE More Sharing        Sunday, March 23, 2025
Testament Most of our presidents do their dirty work / By stealth behind the scenes. / What is most shocking about Trump's ascendancy /Is not so much what he is doing / But how easily he does it
SHARE More Sharing        Saturday, March 22, 2025
12 skulls talk at an important meeting If the leader dips then so does the next and the next / Looks fine from a hundred feet / All is well / M&M stands for Mars and Murrie
SHARE More Sharing        Thursday, March 20, 2025
Post card from FL: Ibises (not) grazing on a lawn / an update I think I am here to reflect on who I really am / And what really matters to me. / You see, that might actually be easier to answer / In a place that seems to be anti- / A lot of things I stand for.
A seagull at St Kilda Beach, From FlickrPhotos
SHARE More Sharing        Thursday, March 20, 2025
Ranting, raving or raging? (Lessons from the seagull) When we go to the beach here in Florida, after we have picked a spot and set up pur beach chairs, canvas bags with our, book, snack, water, sunscreen, almost inevitably I become aware of a hovering shadow. . .
SHARE More Sharing        Tuesday, March 18, 2025
Live from Florida with Foxy News' own Margie "smartest in the room" Middlefinger Well here we are on the boardwalk somewhere in sunny Florida,/ And here comes a tight knit group straight from the beach./ Excuse me, we're doing our show live from. . .
SHARE More Sharing        Sunday, March 16, 2025
America: Coming of age on the cusp of irrelevancy (poem followed by a reflecion)) Dressed in pink socks / That will never be pink again, / With sh*t to the knees. . . ./We deserve that much respect!
SHARE More Sharing        Saturday, March 15, 2025
Who am I? A memory, Santa Cruz 1977 Was that really me? / That young man who lived in the streets in Santa Cruz / Playing his harmonica for quarters and dimes
SHARE More Sharing        Friday, March 14, 2025
The fox I ask a black and white boxer / In the elevator about his walk. / Listening carefully he sinks to his haunches /While lifting his paws pitifully,
SHARE More Sharing        Tuesday, March 11, 2025
A poem for we desolate of vision And remember when Gaza was just Gaza In the atlas of our self-loathing? And remember when a bird was just a bird
SHARE More Sharing        Monday, March 10, 2025
Empty mansions It is without wanting what they have / That I watch the sun set / On their outrageously extravagant vacancy.

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