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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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Chef Chic's Healthy Lunch, From FlickrPhotos

Sunday, April 23, 2023
Eating Healthy is Do-able / Eating healthily on the fly (plus thoughts on hypoglycemia) It's not hard to eliminate unhealthy food from my diet, but it is a bit challenging to buy (gather) the healthy food that I want in my body.

Wednesday, July 26, 2023
Waking from the dream of causality It's what we do with who we are that makes a life. Throw away the crutch of excuses

Saturday, July 15, 2023
More soul-retrieval: Trees in the silo We hear the sweet songs of birds / We feel the soft petal of a flower / That has erupted like a steel lance through concrete

Sunday, November 10, 2024
Trump is an archetype folks and I am the freckle on a whale When Harris lost, my private response was "well, of course she lost". We, sitting at our table in rural, purple VT are in a minority.. . People like me are like freckles on a whale.

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Wednesday, November 6, 2024
I am not strong now, but I will be stronger: Open letter, day after. I feel like I'm on a spiral, coming around again, but also, albeit painfully, evolving.

Saturday, November 9, 2024
Let's play devil's advocate while the dust is still rising. What is the economy to those who voted red? It boils down to how far their money goes. And the answer is, not very.

Friday, November 15, 2024
Introducing a fractal poetic My poems (which, again, are complex fractal metaphors) all have fractal edges which are very useful for processing a broken world

Saturday, November 16, 2024
Surrendersurrender (Surrender our corner on "right",/ On food. On wealth. On power./ On being special. On being chosen?)/That sounds like more than one surrender.

Woodcut illustration of Cassandra's prophecy of the fall of Troy (at left) and her death (at right), From FlickrPhotos

Tuesday, October 29, 2019
We must be more than prophets -- a prose poem As the system begins to crumble around us, should we want it to if we don't have anything to replace it with?

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Sunday, May 24, 2015
Your conscience New poem by thiscantbehappening's resident poet

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Saturday, November 21, 2015
Truth was everywhere A call to poets to rightfully claim their pivotal role in the evolution of human consciousness.

Friday, November 22, 2024
To Putin You've been around as long as he / I trust that in your heart you see / That he's just strutting for the gallery.

Thursday, December 11, 2014
And there goes the neighborhood New poem by Thiscantbehappening's poet.

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Saturday, December 24, 2016
Poet's Notebook: My poem, "What do I do about the mice: A pacifist's quandary" and comments When most kinds of killing are felt to be murder, life can be a mine field of choices, and it's hard to argue with the logic of our bones.

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Saturday, November 23, 2024
If there is a nuclear war, I will blame Biden. (Joe obviously hasn't read "Frankenstein") I always assumed that if there was going to be a WW3, America would be the one to start it because of our "hot" love affair with the Bomb

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Monday, June 20, 2016
Total Recall Recall notice: Nine out of 10 human beings are being recalled to correct a design error that threatens a potentially catastrophic systems failure in the event of world crisis.

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Tuesday, February 16, 2021
Strong My strength is like a horse muscle./ Sometimes I feel it flexing in my conscience.

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Tuesday, November 26, 2024
What explains the velocity of light? (Thanksgiving ponderings) Watching the light of the jet, I slipped into a reverie and began to wonder what the light was doing that allowed me to see it. Was my eyesight going all the way to the light or was the light coming all the way to me?

Sunday, July 10, 2022
At the core of a complex is an archetype with a follow-up note He brought up Trump. My knee-jerk reaction was: "Why do you talk sh*t when we get together?"

Friday, May 1, 2015
Going into change New poem

Friday, July 7, 2023
I'm talking about rebirth Tuning down in the middle of a movement/ The cavern becomes a womb/For the voices of tiny horses

Wednesday, November 1, 2023
Gut reset -- for posting on fridge followed by a reflection This is an overview of a gut-friendly diet and practices. My hope is to provide guidelines for re-setting the gut because who of us follows these guidelines all the time?

The Fool and the Monk, From FlickrPhotos

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Saturday, November 11, 2023
What is prayer? followed by a prayer What is prayer? / One thing I know is / Prayer is completely misunderstood.

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Tuesday, November 7, 2023
What if our wounded warriors could become our wounded healers followed by a brief commentary ". . . the military struggled to understand what was wrong. When Lance Corporal Javier Ortiz came home from a secret mission in Syria, the ghost of a dead girl appeared to him in his kitchen . . ."

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Saturday, May 9, 2015
Manure Cannon New poem from Thiscantbehappening's resident poet

Tsuga canadensis (Eastern Hemlock), From FlickrPhotos

Thursday, November 9, 2023
Forest family followed by a reflection This forest that we know and love / And walk each day / Tolerates us.

Wednesday, September 6, 2023
There must be twenty ways to kill our planet Encourage people to vent their anger / By engaging in giant meaningless symbolic ceremonies / Where they burn effigies / So they can return to work for another year

Wednesday, January 15, 2020
Fantasy of growing old Taking a break from doom and gloom the poet contemplates a different vision of growing old than the one that discounts the homing of the soul.

Saturday, January 18, 2020
Woodland camo in space Who dreams these things up? Boot's in space. . .soldiers in woodland camouflage literally watching over the Homeland. What are these guys on?

Ushant - A storm is coming from the west, From FlickrPhotos

Sunday, September 24, 2023
Damn war -- from Monhegan island, followed by a reflection on life and soul Each self-destructive wave / more explosive than the last / like anguished heart beats

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Sunday, March 29, 2015
This is the planet New poem

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Saturday, July 8, 2023
Why does Biden think that it's OK to give cluster "munitions" to Ukraine? The most dangerous country in the world Sells its young blood cheap. The most dangerous country in the world Points a gun at the mirror and says "bang, you're dead."

Tuesday, February 11, 2020
Another poem about It is hard writing about Florida without loosing it and waxing bitter because it didn't have to turn out like this, or did it? Who and what determine how places turn out?

Oldtown Creek Preserve, From FlickrPhotos

Sunday, April 30, 2023
The medicine walk Everything on a medicine walk is meaningful just as it is, and everything that happens is synchronistic. But don't get self-conscious about it.

Wednesday, June 7, 2023
Will you? I have just described the anthropocentric universe. / Was it the Walnut that gave creator the idea / Of creating the human brain?

Sunday, November 5, 2023
Good news: talk-therapy is "in", just not for razor clams Roughly the same number of people who are psychotic or borderline psychotic in this country are waking up. (Not "woke", but "waking up", meaning, coming to their senses.)

Wednesday, February 7, 2024
Our house-sitters Their dogs liked our cats / Albeit the like was not mutual / But they loved to garden

Thursday, October 5, 2023
Conversation with God about Ukraine Can you do anything about the war in Ukraine? / Just joking, kind of. . . / Thanks for healing that awful cut on my finger!

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Tuesday, May 30, 2023
Ask a poet The United States thinks it is omnipotent./ But Americans are impotent.

Wednesday, October 11, 2023
Two naked old men in the shower yelling at each other I was heading for the men's room in the men's locker room / And passed two (naked) men, /Roughly my age, / Shouting at each other in the common shower.

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Friday, March 31, 2023
All animals go to heaven If you are reading this / You found me! / Yay! It's good to be back.

Friday, November 3, 2023
For spirit's children The machines will take care of it / War machines / Machines that open doors

Monday, February 17, 2020
Poet / potter A short poem about the kinship between poet and potter.

Dreams | Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die Life is a br. | Flickr1024 Ã-- 683 - 134k - jpg, From GoogleImages

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Saturday, May 27, 2017
Troubling War Reports: "Do you see what I see?" When much of the news that we are fed is fake, that is an invitation to take more responsibility for what we dream.

Sanderling with Beach Trash, From FlickrPhotos

Wednesday, February 14, 2024
Capturing scraps of the Apocalypse: Abdicating my Plastic Crown followed by a reflection Some plastic turns brittle like eggshell / As if waiting for any kind of human contact to disintegrate.

Tuesday, April 9, 2024
interesting anecdote on healing my psychic / dream body (how that works) So, I think what happened here was I tended to my psychic / dream body and that resulted in eliminating one layer of my distress,

Saturday, February 15, 2020
When we get to the beach A beach at night bears little resemblance to a beach in daylight. It's a wild place, a place for vision, a safe place to merge with shadow.

Sunday, March 8, 2015
Cape Cod 1966 New poem by Thisscantbehappening's poet in residence

Monday, September 23, 2019
Slipping This is a poem about communing with a wild spot in a wild place and about the grief of having to leave it.

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Friday, August 16, 2019
The smiling turtle Live for and work towards a viable future but prepare for the worst, and, this is the hard part: We must try not to lose our sense of humor as we stumble from tipping point to tipping point. After all, the human race is, among other things, a hoot.

Wednesday, October 30, 2024
Bullies, the cricket and the choir: sonnet for Israel Little bullies cast big shadows / Like a cat that plays a tiger / Or a shadow-boxer standing on his toes.

Sunday, October 8, 2023
Tipping point Was I not peering through the wide end of a spyglass / Into a world / That I needed to keep as far away as possible?

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Thursday, June 6, 2019
The trial is on The title of this poem is literal. The children are the judges and the jury for the crimes that the adult world has committed and continues to commit against each other, nature and the the planet. The trial concludes quickly. This is really a poem about rebirth.

Saturday, April 22, 2023
Catonsville memories (1985) It was foggy / We walked to the end of Old Waterloo Road

Wednesday, September 13, 2023
Someone else followed by a reflection Someone else's words have fallen on deaf ears / Someone else's success has surpassed all expectations / Someone else's 's garden is going to waste

Monday, November 20, 2023
The F-35 Oh, how I want to write a poem about the F-35 / About how angry I was when it was allowed / To crash the mountain the skies

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Monday, July 22, 2019
Eft The eft is one of the most beautiful creatures of the Vermont woods. Bright orange from head to toe, two and a half inches long, they walk slowly and deliberately and often stop as if deep in thought.

Western meadowlark, Lamar Valley | Western meadowlark in fli. | Flickr1024 Ã-- 683 - 72k - jpg, From GoogleImages

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Tuesday, June 13, 2017
Poem: "We, the birds in the field" The older I get the more I identify with the creatures who are threatened by unnatural forces that are beyond their control, because the truth is, we don't control our destiny any more than the bird in the field that is slated to be mown.

Short days, long nights, From FlickrPhotos

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Tuesday, December 19, 2023
Dear Everyone: Solstice letter about the dark days and depression When we are depressed, shut down, our horizons close in, so it helps to have someone indicate viable options for helping ourselves.

Monday, August 19, 2024
Catching up to my (deceased) father Just lately (maybe it's all these rainy days) / I have been receiving salient / Sweet and bitter,/Private foggy-edged / Fly-on-the-wall glimpses / Of my father during those years

#goodmorning #snail #howdoyoudo, From FlickrPhotos

Saturday, September 9, 2023
Dedicated to Donovan I rested my head on the heel of my palm / And looked out the window beyond the garden / I saw a little mountain in the distance

Wednesday, November 27, 2019
In the Birdseye Diner This poem is about a mother's blessing. It is also an attempt to capture a moment in time, but what time that is, is not exactly clear.

Saturday, July 27, 2019
The swim hole Enraptured as I was (along with everyone else) by the moon landing 50 years ago, I was far more amazed by what this Vermont stream has achieved without technology or hoopla over the eons -- a place as breathtaking as a cathedral.

Free photo: Miami, Usa, Everglades, River - Free Image on Pixabay ...477 Ã-- 720 - 96k - jpg, From GoogleImages

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Sunday, February 18, 2018
Heads-up to the NRA, our youth are heading for Washington Washington, the great miasmal swamp, is about to meet the beautiful river of change.

Thin Moon With Dark Cloud, From FlickrPhotos

Tuesday, October 17, 2023
If I were to die: A love poem followed by a reflection Your moon-eyes were hidden by my cloud . . ./ Or maybe that was another life / When I was a cloud and you were the moon.

Tuesday, July 11, 2023
Going nuts with joy: seeing like a butterfly Everything that we see is scaled to us./ Big small close far away - /To a butterfly none of this matters.

MONASTERBOICE CEMETERY-ROUND TOWER......., From FlickrPhotos

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Saturday, December 31, 2022
Is the stuff we send to each other helpful? . . .some thought that is worthy of diving into, that by itself , profound as it might be, can be trumped by how I am feeling today

Bald-faced Hornets at Nest, From FlickrPhotos

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Monday, September 2, 2019
In the name of co-existence Playing favorites is not going to cut it if our goal is to live with nature as if we really cared.

Wednesday, January 29, 2020
This teapot The poet critically considers his recent purchase of a ceramic teapot made in China, both as teapot and metaphor for himself.

Wednesday, July 5, 2023
My pleasant evening, July 4 To eat, / To buy, / To be distracted by? / Shall I read The New York Times, The Morning piece / On the the best overlooked stories?

Monday, November 18, 2019
Shopping for a violin One time, years ago, when I was stoned I found myself listening to the most beautiful woman's voice I had ever heard, on the radio. It was almost inhumanly high, like the voice of a faerie. I started weeping. Then it slowly dawned on me that I was listening to a violin solo!

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Thursday, December 29, 2022
Connecting Dots (let's do it) The United States is at war. . .Maybe in its heart. . ./ Maybe in its soul. / Do you get what I'm saying?

Sunday, October 13, 2019
The argument against Climate Change (based on Poe's "Eureka") To find the right language for the argument against Climate Change it was helpful to draw on the florid intuitive scientific jargon of a mid-nineteenth century poetic genius.

Thursday, July 4, 2019
Tanks but no tanks Even when I was a kid I didn't like parades. They were too linear or something. Add the military to the mix and I just begin the shake my head slowly and involuntarily.

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Monday, July 29, 2019
Back to scratch Obviously what's needed is a revolution. Every revolution has it's fallout As a pacifist I am always trying to imagine what a peaceful revolution might look like, best case scenario. Peaceful doesn't mean painless. Here is a poem that came out of such reflections.

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Wednesday, October 9, 2019
Sipping Earth This is a bitter sweet poem about how easy it is to idealize every age, but now that I have been so many ages, I think that being young was the best.

Saturday, January 25, 2020
Notes from a burned-out time traveler If we think we have it bad now, consider any conceivable future, or just buy a time-traveler a beer.

Monday, October 9, 2023
Liquidation: the apocalypse There are men with vacuum cleaners / Strapped to their backs / Vacuuming an empty space.

Thursday, January 23, 2020
Kenny How is is possible that a man like Trump became president? I think we might all come up with our own answer and it might just be a good exercise to make it personal.

Monday, December 30, 2019
When the power of love overcomes the love of power (Hendrix) A video of a young Hendrix playing acoustic blues inspired this poem and the words of the title which are attributed to him.

Free photo: Bald Eagle, Flying, Sky, Clouds - Free Image on ...960 Ã-- 614 - 79k - jpg, From GoogleImages

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Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Mudslide Sometimes helplessness is a blessing. Poetry rarely has any answers. But there is some solace in metaphor when the misery of others is overwhelming.

Saturday, October 21, 2023
Waiting for the barbarians -- a solution of a sort (a resurrected poem) And we seem lost. Maybe the word hypocrisy / is severe to type a man who stumbled to his throne / on an orange, and fear makes him popular.

Tuesday, October 31, 2023
Samhain -- Celtic New Year ritual Samhain is the Celtic New Year and begins at sunset. It is the transition from Summer to Winter. Traditionally, anciently, the cows were brought down from the high pastures

Friday, April 19, 2024
In solidarity with Gaza. A Poem by Em Berry "Because of us" I wondered then / how many of our wounds / have been dressed

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Friday, November 15, 2019
I / We Versus the Idiots This was not meant to be a poem, but lately I cannot claim to be in charge of what makes the cut.

Antique grandfather clock, From FlickrPhotos

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Sunday, October 9, 2022
Watching the clock: Excerpts from A Climate Change Prevention Manual for the Children of America. "Every boy and girl who would be a good citizen should learn to protect their community and country against loss by Climate Change"

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Thursday, April 14, 2022
Thoughts on the difference between death and "passing" and what happens when we die: I wish there was a word halfway between someone's "passing" and someone's "death". Death is what we experience from our side of it and passing is what the dying experience.

Sunday, May 28, 2023
Nato's stress test Nato felt old, like a remnant of the cold war / But life was OK, most of the time, / Golfing, slipping ice tea on the back porch

Sunday, January 5, 2025
My black heart sings unbroken (inspired by Blake's "Songs of Experience") My black heart must be heard, / Calling out like McCartney's blackbird./Perched high up in a pine /She is a potent sign.

Saturday, December 21, 2019
A new way of thinking With over 400,000,000 guns in the US, I guess I know what Americans want for Christmas. Ammunition.

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Friday, August 2, 2019
Back The magic of poetry is we can all get to watch the Earth-rise from the moon and occupy visionary places, but if we're honest, and I suppose this is what we discovered in the sixties, for visions to stick we can't avoid shadow-encounters along the way. We of the Western World cannot have the moon without first realizing that we are about to lose the Earth.

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Sunday, February 14, 2021
Stay tuned -- to your dreams Dreams already mean something important. It is our jobs to figure out what.

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Friday, November 8, 2019
Shadow As a post-Jungian shamanic practitioner, with enormous respect for Jung's contribution, I feel that, even when people think they are on board with (whatever you want to call it) the new "woke" culture, if they haven't done their shadow work, it's not going to be revolutionary enough or deep enough, so this is a poem from the perspective of one of many of the collective shadows of our time.

Friday, December 27, 2019
Ravens do not weep A poem about spontaneous remission. If it hadn't happened I would not have thought it possible.

Saturday, February 22, 2020
Escaping If this is a prison of our own making, why can't we unmake it or at least escape it, even in a poem!

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Monday, March 19, 2018
The United States makes me sick When people immigrate to this country they are generally healthier than they are after they have lived here for a while.

Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Reverie -- A chain of haikus Here is a dark reverie written in a chain of haikus. 5-7-5. (Spoil alert for "I am Mother".)

Monday, March 2, 2020
One Day in the Asylum This is a repost of a poem that was posted on OpEdNews in 2016, inspired by the appearance of a sparrow at a Bernie rally in Portland, Oregon.

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Tuesday, May 17, 2022
Are the Russians fighting their own shadow (or Putin's shadow)? In this quote is a key to why I think wars are fought at all.

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Sunday, June 25, 2023
Retrieving our power Breath is what keeps us alive./ But, think about it -/ She breathed my lost-soul boy / Into my crown!

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Monday, May 18, 2020
My Pandemic: Epidemic Epistle VIII: A COVID-19 crisis diary This is the 8th installment of an Epidemic Epistle originally published by Thiscantbehappening.org.

Wednesday, November 22, 2023
Everyone needs to come home followed by a reflection From the hole in the future come home /From the ruined city / From the last act before the de'nouement

Saturday, August 5, 2023
Russian conscript Men are born to fight, he said / Don't be a wimp / Then he got gloomy and looked at the floor

Amazing #sunset tonight. Pink sky tonight makes for tomorrow morning runner's delight. #mankatomarathon2016 #nofilter #iphone7, From FlickrPhotos

Thursday, August 10, 2023
My dream is out followed by some thoughts They were just trying to get out of the big dream / Of the f__ked-up world / And blundered into mine

Thursday, April 11, 2024
The speed demons followed by a reflection We / I feel like an ant among ants /Creeping along the vein of a leaf /Though a future-petrified swamp.

Wednesday, August 28, 2024
Chronic / autoimmune conditions draw a line in the sand: what is health and healing? I find that serious autoimmune conditions or chronic conditions sort of draw the line in the sand for us by upping the ante of what good health means

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Saturday, February 8, 2020
Now I write Writing about writing, poems about writing have their place. There aren't enough of them. There can't be enough of them.

Sunday, November 20, 2022
In the eye of the hurricane (tribute to a friend) followed by notes There are those in this world of ours / Who understand the rain,/ Whose presence calms the flowers

Monday, February 19, 2024
One moment in a vast story followed by a reflection Misty rain / It is the dawn / Of some world's birthday

Monarch Butterfly at Paletta Park, Burlington Ontario, From FlickrPhotos

Monday, August 5, 2019
Extinction What stands out in this poem, along with the obvious theme of extinction, is the color orange, which combines the vitality of red and the optimism of yellow. It is also the color of the second chakra.

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Sunday, July 30, 2017
"And there once were insects" (a poem) Remembering insects. Some call them pests. This poem calls them sorely missed.

Monday, December 9, 2019
Following the Fenton River (a eulogy) News of the fate of the Fenton River, that used to flow about a mile outside of the University of Connecticut (where I used to play and swim when I was young), came out of the blue when I got wind of a book by an old friend of mine. Apparently the Fenton River is no more.

Snapping Turtle Lake Andes Wetland Management District South Dakota, From FlickrPhotos

Wednesday, January 4, 2023
A short history of America and the world There sometimes arise opportunities / To own the life that I was given us by our mothers

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Wednesday, January 1, 2020
Uncreation Here is a poem for the New Year and food for thought. 2020 can be the year that we all cleanse the dust from our eyes and see clearly what we are losing.

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Saturday, July 30, 2016
"The world is at war because it has lost peace" (Pope Francis) I realized that I lost peace when I was watering the garden. Maybe if I say what it looks like someone can help find it.

Tuesday, October 10, 2023
Preparing for when someone asks I can easily remember when it gave me a rush to climb a mountain or dive into a stream or even climb a cliff.

Monday, January 9, 2023
An interview with the War Experts Don't you win a war by killing as many of the enemy as possible? / Or is there a sweet spot-number? / What constitutes a foul?

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Monday, October 17, 2022
"War was, and is, never far off"* followed by note I'm going to town today/ For no good reason/But because I am restless

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Friday, September 3, 2021
So, I guess we're f---ked!? Yes and no. Sometimes my vision of the future / Matches what happens. / In envisioning over the years, / I often tap into / The Dreaming of the planet

Thursday, October 6, 2022
To the DOD -- for God's sake, back off from Ukraine! It's not your war and we are not expendable. I never, in my darkest moment, / Entertained the suspicion / That visions of the mushroom cloud

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Tuesday, July 16, 2019
The village people When I see young people living in community, simply and sustainably, I feel I am living in the past. I have very little that they want. Here is a poem for them.

Friday, October 18, 2019
What is the point This is a poem about retooling and re-visioning life in a time when a handful of healthy soil is worth more than Versailles.

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Thursday, November 21, 2019
What's so funny? Mining one's life for things to laugh about, that weren't funny at the time, could become a pleasant exercise. I guess aging can be a little like smoking weed.

Sunday, January 1, 2023
Praying (how I pray) Of all the things I do / Praying is the thing / I value most.

Black-headed Gull P1760233, From FlickrPhotos

Friday, June 30, 2023
Watching the harbor Watching the harbor / Where gulls are swarming a trawler, / Waiting for my number to be called.

Wednesday, June 19, 2019
Siding with the bee This is a poem about the poet living in the age of extinctions.

Wednesday, June 1, 2022
My life as a bridge: In memory of Frank followed by a note We would share a waking dream / Of the two bridges / And an hour goes by.

Sunday, July 2, 2023
Writing from Monhegan Even though I didn't know it at the time,/ But my heart had grown weary / Of falling in love with distant places. / was just getting ready to slow my growing

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Saturday, November 19, 2022
Learning from Lobster and Snake how to love It is no wonder that / Those of us who are born to love / Learn to package our love,

Thursday, July 6, 2023
Beware the barren field It is a harbinger of what is just around the bend / When the human race has finished disowning Earth,

Thursday, November 22, 2018
The garbage dogs Today is a day for being thankful, thankful we are still here, thankful we still have time to make things right. Thankful that everything doesn't make sense. Because if things made sense the way they are currently we would have run out of any reasonable hope that sanity will prevail.

Wednesday, July 3, 2019
1963 -- A good memory This poem is a little like soul-retrieval. There are memories that hold pieces of our soul that are worth revisiting.

Wednesday, April 19, 2023
Memories of Catonsville Whatever else is going on the house is fine. / It's days like this bring out its wholesomeness

Sunday, May 14, 2023
My mother I think she was something of a pioneer/ Or even a warrior in her own way

Thursday, March 5, 2020
Don't get me wrong Death is not final. Life is final in that it is about finishing something. In this poem the poet identifies with a flicker that flew into his glass sliding door.

Sunday, May 8, 2022
Two realities We couldn't bury dead people. / We tried not to watch them. / It was more important to save our minds.

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Thursday, July 27, 2017
"Dali's mustache" (a poem) This is a nod to everyone who deals with back pain.

Monday, July 17, 2023
Lorca's poem: "The ship, Solid and Black" compared to Dylan's "When the ship comes in" We have returned with stories of hope and visions to help them continue to live their lives.

Friday, June 23, 2023
Rough crossing This little house has bones./ It was moved years ago / from the far end of the island,

Wednesday, June 17, 2020
It is what it is (get over it) "What's the use of worrying', it never was worthwhile". Didn't we learn anything from the 50s, for example, how to live without taking any responsibility for how things got so bad?

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Friday, December 16, 2022
Incredible shrinking army Even if I don't know what that is / Just let me be guided by the larger currents / Of my destiny!

LIKE CHINESE MYTHOLOGY, DRAGON EATING SUN | A place to explo. | Flickr1024 Ã-- 615 - 93k - jpg, From GoogleImages

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Tuesday, August 22, 2017
How is this possible? (a poem) What a joy it is to be happy while a dragon devours the sun.

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Saturday, July 13, 2019
Climate change Classically, in literature and mythology, monkeys have played the role of tricksters or wiser than wise clowns, but they are no one's fool. The tragic fool, and the sower of chaos is us.

Canadian Melanolophia Moth, From FlickrPhotos

Sunday, June 2, 2019
All the moth wanted This poem could be considered a prequel to "What did the moth want?".

Monday, December 5, 2022
Alternative Narrative 2 (spoiler: It's hopeful.) Watch for A. N. 2 It might be here sooner than you think.

Friday, January 10, 2020
My little orphaned bat-cry The question keeps coming up, how can we live in this world we have created and at the same time, live with ourselves?

Tuesday, December 3, 2019
Circle of what? This poem was inspired by the BBC story of a young male tiger who being tracked walking 1300 miles looking for something.

Saturday, December 14, 2019
No answers As this poem was written the news from Madrid was not hopeful. One of the hardest things to bear is how much time my generation had to guarantee that we would never wind up where we now find ourselves.

Saturday, July 1, 2023
My wife wears dragonfly pajamas Shirley complains when I don't shave / But she rarely seems to notice when I do

FAHRENHEIT 451 by Ray Bradbury, Corgi 1957. 160 pages. Cover by John Richards., From FlickrPhotos

Sunday, March 17, 2024
Seeing red I remember/The day my youth ended / When my brother asked me / Have you thought about the draft?

Tuesday, March 12, 2024
Magical protection followed by a brief reflection Such power objects are not fake./ Especially if they call you to them,

Free photo Attitude Toughness Gang Gangster Tough Per - Max Pixel960 Ã-- 720 - 181k - jpg, From GoogleImages

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Thursday, November 30, 2017
Sad Truth, a poem There are many ways to account for Trump's rise to power in these Benighted States of America. One of the more unsettling is that Trump is an archetype.

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Saturday, May 7, 2022
Quitting controversy: How to grow an internal rainforest What I've learned about health (because of Covid) over the last few years has reinforced what I knew intuitively for decades,

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Thursday, August 26, 2021
Why am I a pacifist? My brother actually stops walking / To focus on what he wants to say: / "There's nothing wrong with him",

Sunday, September 8, 2024
"What should I write about?" An often asked question, by writers who are contemplating a plank page. But cheer

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Friday, August 9, 2019
There is a word for me and you Eric Baus writes: "The doctors said his name had burned up. We never knew how it sounded." If we imagine a situation where names are one of a kind, it isn't hard to imagine many words of any given language being unique and impermanent, so a new adjective to describe us becomes a vehicle to transform into the word or risk vanishing with the word.

Thursday, July 18, 2019
How I got to be the greatest show on Earth This was not an easy poem to write. I tried to put myself in the head of the leader of the free world to be able to write this history. It's not any place to hang out, to put it mildly.

Roman boxing gloves unearthed during an excavation in 2017 in Vindolanda, the only surviving boxing gloves from the Roman Empire, dated to c. AD 100 (pre Hadrian's Wall), From FlickrPhotos

Saturday, April 8, 2023
Fight Day Does everyone who wants to fight/ Have someone to fight with? / There is a sign up sheet in the hall.

Thursday, September 5, 2024
Medicine tree Here I will describe one of these medicine trees./It is about 150 - 200 years old and is rooted / Right on top of a wall that must be about 200 years old.

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Thursday, September 5, 2019
For my friend who called me "What do you do for fun? When is the last time you had fun?" The poet struggles to answer.

Friday, May 12, 2023
Buttermilk Falls and Rumi As we approached the falls / Through the forest / From below The sound of the water became deafening

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Friday, June 12, 2020
McKibben on a bad day We are living in a world where dreams are the compass and poetry points the way. We are close to the edge and we are close to a shift favoring real change. Some will step over the edge and some will pave the way for revolutionary change. What an amazing time this is.

Saturday, February 29, 2020
Homeless Writing about homelessness presupposes we know what a home is or feels like but as one ages in the American Homeland one might begin to wonder if any of us know what home is.

Thursday, November 25, 2021
It was now (followed by a note on its writing) I edit my thoughts / The wind dies down / The news dies down

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Monday, October 7, 2019
I have the tools Here is a poem about apathy. It might be useful to ask ourselves, if our country was our house (as in "home"), which it is, without waxing too metaphorical, what would be its condition?

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Thursday, October 20, 2016
Poet's Notebook: My poem, "So long -- A cautionary tale" and brief comments We are living in dark times. In this poem I am revisiting one of the darker times in American history when the darkness wasn't just an existential reality, but palpable.

Tuesday, October 11, 2022
I discover a lagoon in my house The quality of the water reminds me of some springs I have seen where the water comes from deep down. It conjures a cherished childhood memory of looking through the bottom of a glass bottomed boat. . .

Wednesday, February 26, 2020
This poem ends with stanza 5 Poets are responsible for what they write. Dreamers are responsible for what they dream. No apologies no excuses.

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Saturday, July 9, 2016
Rainbow Gathering For the first time in my life the Rainbow Gathering was close enough so I couldn't not go. And I'm glad I did.

Monument Mountain Hike, From FlickrPhotos

Tuesday, September 10, 2019
Climbing Monument Mountain The more I visit this place, this mountain, the more alive it becomes for me as a whole, its mountain-personality. And no wonder. It has been listening to my friend's and my conversations over the years of our visits, and, as it watches us age, I have the strong feeling that it has grown fond of us and will miss us some day.

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Friday, September 9, 2016
Monsanto and the EPA -- How are they doing? Monsanto and the EPA are taking the Beatles' advice: "Life's very short and there's no time for fussing and fighting my friends ..."

Thursday, January 9, 2020
Australia -- an allegory Edmund Spenser (16th century), author of the epic "The Faerie Queene", was a master of allegory. You might see allegory as half-way to poetry. Then again, Spenser's allegory is very poetic and magical.

Saturday, June 1, 2019
What did the moth want? This poem was inspired by the paintings of Katarzyna Coleman.

Monday, November 6, 2017
Sweetest bird -- a poem A canary may harbor a mighty soul. This one was singing so passionately, surely he was channeling the great spirit of a balladeer.

Thursday, November 24, 2022
First November snow, (a poem I never titled) I could love a winter's stern touch / That puts an end to the garden's misery

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Sunday, December 4, 2022
Dreaming the world Materializing things from dreams and visions / Is quantum and it is shamanic./ Take Walmart.

Friday, February 22, 2019
15th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 15th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.

Friday, August 6, 2021
These are a few of my least favorite words (poem) I don't mean to offend you / In fact I commend you / If all words you warmly embrace

Woman in white one piece swimsuit doing yoga - Credit to homegets.com/, From FlickrPhotos

Friday, December 9, 2022
Learning to respect the mystery of me Sometimes I think I know more about how my body really works than my doctor, but I am well aware that some of what I accept as my working model of body-science would be regarded as pseudoscience. . .

Friday, November 25, 2016
Hungry land -- post Thanksgiving Hungry mother, hungry land. A post Thanksgiving poem.

Sunday, November 27, 2022
Hiking in the Delaware Water Gap If you ascend as the sun sinks / If you are in a place where others are hiking, / You will pass people who are coming down

Saturday, May 18, 2019
W.S Merwin, poet of a higher order? If we don't understand what a poem means that could mean that the poet is onto something. Maybe more important than understanding a poem is being transfixed or moved by its language. Good poetry carries its own logic.

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Friday, February 17, 2017
Poet's Notebook: My poem, "Bright liberal, you are called" followed by comment I am inviting our "bright liberal" to remove the inconvenient mask of liberalism, open his / her eyes fully and individuate. This longish poem was inspired by rereading Paulo Coelho's "The Alchemist".

Saturday, November 2, 2019
Heading for the Hudson Valley Traveling down Interstate 87 at 6:30 AM through a 5-mile work zone one might, with very little imagination, experience one's own Space Odyssey.

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Friday, November 18, 2022
The used bookstore and an afterthought Stepping into that old used bookstore / Was like stepping into a cave / Where something was hibernating.

Thursday, November 30, 2023
A thread of connection I wasn't angry when I wrote it. / I wasn't sad either. / I didn't feel anything /.It was just something I needed to do

Sunday, September 8, 2024
Experienced poet for hire I got a heart that's gots a soul beat. / Maybe that's me singing up your street.

Saturday, October 29, 2022
The diamond followed by notes I give you this archetypal crystal / That never corrupts or changes / Whose purpose is simple and pristine -

Plate 76 from .The Disasters of War. (Los Desastres de la Guerra): 'The carnivorous vulture' (El buitre carnvoro), From FlickrPhotos

Tuesday, May 7, 2024
Stalking the god of war followed by a reflection on wolves and walkabouts I am looking into the distance and I see the god of war / Limping across the land.

Tuesday, April 2, 2024
Say something followed by a reflection I don't remember you saying anything negative. / But when I read this today / I imagined you turning your pained eyes to me.

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Thursday, August 18, 2022
And love will steer the stars (poem) It opened the floodgates / of my own Hoover Dam / and the 60s came roaring back into my psychic space

Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Sung to Guthrie's "So long, it's been good to know you" (for California) A song for the California drought.

Monday, March 16, 2020
Corona The present is increasingly an echo of the future. Luckily (or not) we are not as much in charge of steering the boat as we might think.

Friday, April 14, 2023
Daffodil the Great (repost from Spring in Vermont, 2019) And to think that you would / Draw on my heart / For your gullible audience, / Pulling a robin out of your hat

Free photo Dolls Dying Of The Light Clowns Colorful Toys - Max Pixel540 Ã-- 720 - 186k - jpg, From GoogleImages

Tuesday, October 24, 2017
"Getting rid of Trump in dreamtime", a poem Dreams make no sense sometimes, especially when we're medicated, but when it really comes down to it, who isn't these days?

Friday, September 30, 2022
Open letter to my OpEd peers and readers with a footnote on Dreaming . . .Honestly though, because of the state and plight of the world, if I was put together differently and had not discovered dependable ways to get out of my head. . .

Saturday, October 15, 2022
"Cut to fortress": The surreal rainbow brainfog "Colonization is a two-man saw: a signed-in-blood, written-in-English contract atop a forest cut to stumps. . ."

Monday, October 3, 2022
Passing on what Kami McBride has to say about plant communication . . . here is the gist of what I hear her saying about plant communication: That we can all do it. It's not mysterious or esoteric or woo-woo.

Sunday, May 1, 2022
Post Easter thoughts: Switching from brain to heart is a little like a conversion I was thinking about what Buhner teaches about the heart and I was thinking about Paul's conversion

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Friday, July 1, 2016
A poem about this A symmetrical poem about today and now, tissue boxes and food and so much more.

Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Celebrating Solstice and Samhain This time of year from October to Winter Solstice can be a tough time unless we key in to ancient traditions that help us know how to do this journey.

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Thursday, January 17, 2019
Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music, a memoir by Gary Lindorff, first installment This is the first installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff that will appear bi-weekly. The book itself is due to be published in February.

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Thursday, October 22, 2015
Greenland shaman Greenland shaman admonishes, "Don't feel sorry for the polar bear."

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Saturday, September 14, 2019
Too good for us In spite of how the human race acts like we own the earth and can do what ever we want, I think we are suffering from a profound interiority complex, and for very good reasons!

Tuesday, April 26, 2022
The manatees Many of the older ones bear scars / From encounters with prop blades./ They are heading to the powerplant

Tuesday, December 13, 2022
A Summer's Tale: One of the happiest moments of my life One of the happiest days / Of my adult life, / Happened because of a serendipity

Friday, June 26, 2020
Tale of a poet Imagine someone in Pompeii dreaming of the future or dreaming of someone in the future dreaming of Pompeii. Here is a poem that attempts to follow one certain poetic ley line -- memory to metaphor to dream to memory, all coalescing in metaphor, or is it dream? Or is it memory?. . . tracing the fractal patterns skirting chaos.

Friday, September 2, 2022
Across the way Across the way / Angry buzz of the chainsaw / Crash! of a tree hitting the ground

Storm - Free pictures on Pixabay960 Ã-- 473 - 137k - jpg, From GoogleImages

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Sunday, November 12, 2017
We'll make it, a little worse for wear -- a poem Sometimes in spite of our best efforts there is the sense of being dragged out to sea by forces far beyond our control. Relax. We'll get through this. Ride the rip tide.

Monday, July 24, 2023
What if Earth was the answer Two little boys who were brothers / Were play-fighting with some wooden swords that she gave them. / She assured me, they are ceremonial swords

Tuesday, April 18, 2023
Bears have names like stars JJ4's fate will be decided by a judge./ A bear that kills may kill again, or not.

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Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Deep Horizon -- the chosen With the movie "Deepwater Horizon" just out, I thought it timely to resurrect a poem I wrote about the BP disaster in 2010.

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Sunday, November 20, 2016
My poem "Children to the mountain" and brief commentary This is an ecstatic poem. It suggests that if we want to survive and flourish we will need to be reborn. After I finished it I wasn't quite sure what it was saying, which can be exciting to me if I feel that I have worked the language to the best of my ability.

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Wednesday, December 22, 2021
Living on the edge -- Egology 101 He's angry, she is furious, / He is shut down, they aren't talking, / That relationship is abut to snap,./ I feel I have said it all,

Wednesday, July 19, 2023
Memory 40 The water pools in the old men's eyes / They see more than you think/ I think memory 40 is next

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Sunday, May 12, 2019
The end of everything This poem depicts a cascading diminishment of engagement between people that comes about because everyone agrees that no one should stand out and what results is the opposite of culture -- first stasis and then collective paralysis. During the writing it felt like such a thing could actually happen. Let us hope it doesn't.

Seahorse Free Stock Photo - Public Domain Pictures615 Ã-- 461 - 35k - jpg, From GoogleImages

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Saturday, January 6, 2018
Parallel reality -- a poem It is hubris to assume that there is only this reality that seems to be going badly, even as the forces of change gather and organize. That would be to forget that there are profound depths of consciousness that sustain us in spite of ourselves.

Free photo Animal Neck Ostrich Wild Nature Bird Wildlife - Max Pixel960 Ã-- 720 - 191k - jpg, From GoogleImages

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Thursday, February 15, 2018
Ostrich's lament Ostrich, the largest bird on earth, is caricatured as hiding its head in the sand rather than face reality. It is easy to identify with that coping mechanism, but there is much more to the ostrich that is worth considering.

Wednesday, November 10, 2021
The rose, the fire and the fools (:Version 2, Climate change in America) followed by a reflection Two fools were sitting by a blazing fire / Cooking stones to eat. / The stones were taking a long time.

Friday, September 1, 2023
Who will stack the wood? Woodpecker in the pine tree asks,/ Who will stack the wood?

Sunday, April 17, 2022
Those were the days!: What was the Cold War like? followed by some thoughts This is a veiled invitation to resurrect, following Wendell Berry's advice, "Practice resurrection". (His poem: "Manifesto: Mad Farmer Liberation Front") (Happy Easter)

Saturday, June 24, 2023
Free pass Playing is only fun / If there is no one standing / Outside the game looking on.

Wednesday, November 2, 2022
Why were we in Vietnam is a no-brainer, but. . . So, Mailer explained, to my satisfaction, why we were in Vietnam, but why are we in. . .

Thursday, June 9, 2022
Someone's birthday followed by note You were advised to travel to India / With your spiritual questions / That couldn't be answered by science

Friday, July 8, 2022
The house of the rain followed by some thoughts on its writing What house are we in? / In the house of the rain. / Yes, here once again, / In the house of the rain.

Wednesday, July 13, 2022
Review of the Lifetime Zenith 10 (poem) human beings need some kind of aid and assistance / such as a boat, ship, or some other / in accordance with the requirement.

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Wednesday, June 12, 2019
The Most Dangerous Country Sometimes being an American is like living in Jurassic Park, where the thunder lizards are still in control but on a good day I look around and tell myself it can't be too long before the last of them disappear. They just don't fit in any future I can envision. They consume too much, they rampage too much and their waste is a huge problem.

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Saturday, October 1, 2016
A twinge of happiness Taking stock. We're in it for the long haul. Looking on the bright side.

Tuesday, May 28, 2019
The round tower Nobody really knows what the round towers in the ancient monasteries of Ireland and Britain were used for: Storage, surviving a viking attack, surveillance of the land, summoning to prayer? Massively built, the ones I have visited, over a thousand years old, were not build for war-making, but if anything, they were there to serve the monastic community and were purely defensive and practical.

Friday, August 18, 2023
My day in animal heaven When I came to / I was transparent / Because my body wasn't there

Free photo Herd Mist Water Haze Fog Buffalo Bison Walking - Max Pixel960 Ã-- 602 - 149k - jpg, From GoogleImages

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Thursday, January 11, 2018
"Tilly", a poem by James Joyce This poem is a poem for our times even though Joyce published it in 1927. The red clay road is just that, but as we step into lucidity the red of the clay becomes the blood of life itself.

Friday, June 21, 2019
Traveling with a bee This poem continues the theme of the bee as the poet's familiar in the age of extinctions. The poet must find the honey in his / her heart to survive these days of the Great Unraveling, to be of any use to the growing number of human beings who have no home, literally or metaphorically.

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Sunday, August 14, 2022
Climate change (based on: 'We are waiting for rain, for winter, for God' - Fighting a megafire in France by Joel Gunte) We may seem like tough guys but we are sensitive./ We have a passion for the forest, for nature. / It is painful to watch

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Saturday, September 24, 2016
Viva fuerte! The time is right for a great council. All we have to do is show up. Here is a poem that celebrates the spirit of finally coming together.

Sunday, June 14, 2020
Inside my shoe Bears and humans have a lot in common: vulnerability, five toes and bare feet. They rarely cross paths. When they do it should be meaningful for the human.

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Friday, April 29, 2022
My life as a near death experience followed by a reflection I am free of pain. I am floating above my body. I am zooming around space.

Wednesday, November 16, 2022
Reckless followed by a note For surely the launching of this rocket / Signals the dawning (or is it the spawning) / Of ever more powerful rockets

Friday, July 28, 2023
Moving to the 1000 piece puzzle: making sense of UFOs we have the theoretical know-how to create UFOs / UAPs but we have a ways to go. (Huh?) . . . The devil is in the details.

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Sunday, December 1, 2024
Re: RFK Jr, let's give the new guy a chance If Robert F Kennedy can get the damn colors out of Fruit Loops (FDA- approved, Red 40, Yellow 6 and Blue 1) I applaud him. He is absolutely right

Sunday, April 7, 2024
Me and Woodstock - a moment caught in amber Clark (with his shoulder-length raven hair To kill for is saying, "We're heading for Woodstock. Do you want to come?"

Sunday, June 5, 2022
The end of normal is almost here followed by a note "Society highly values its normal man. It educates children to lose themselves and to become absurd,. . ."

Sunday, August 21, 2022
A true story / parable and a note I toss this sheaf of stakes onto the drive / When it hits the ground the straps pop / There is an ear-splitting metallic ringing

Saturday, February 4, 2023
The alarm Funny thing about alarms / Half the time we don't know why they are going off

Sunday, July 16, 2023
Reposting: Back to Rome (Written in the kitchen at The Lodge, 5 AM, Inis Mor, May, 2019) As pilgrims,/ No matter what our intention,/ We never meant to stay.

Thursday, June 22, 2023
Uncrossing our eyes There is a little girl coloring at the children's table / Out of sight a few steps up behind the art books./ She is with her father, talking, talking, talking.

Wednesday, March 20, 2024
This war This war has messes with my immune system / (I think this war it has shortened my life) / This war is like a strong wind blowing through my brain

Saturday, August 10, 2024
New rules of war: advice to countries thinking of starting a war of their own Stop thinking that nations are like people. Nations are like enormous people with very tiny brains

Tuesday, September 10, 2024
Starting a new life overseas in my dreams on the eve of the debate: followed by reflection Last night I landed a job as a postal clerk in Sweden. / How this happened was

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Monday, January 24, 2022
There will be a war It will not be just any old war. / It will be our very own war. / Make it count.

Sunday, March 22, 2020
Not essential Not alone The whole question of how essential are we comes up in this poem and also maybe it's time to put on some brakes; that is, when we emerge from the current crisis, that would be a good idea.

Thursday, September 8, 2022
Come in Come into the forest. / I will introduce you to some trees; / They are like my family

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Tuesday, June 25, 2019
The seagulls are walking I love seagulls, but sometimes they do seem a little self-important.

20170405-AMS-LSC-2100, From FlickrPhotos

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Sunday, May 23, 2021
Asparagus (7 haikus) and reflection Cross yourself We are / In the presence of / Evil with a human face

Puke splatter on the ground. Photographer's perspective, From FlickrPhotos

Monday, August 21, 2023
Sometimes I just have to purge: reprint of 2018 post I was writing Romantic poetry / Until the age of 12. / Then my poetic soul / Gently urged me to wake up.

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Monday, April 25, 2022
What am I responsible for?: Another day. (followed by a reflection) I am trying to stay focused on what's important. / There are some things I can't look it./ It's too much. I blame it.

Tuesday, December 12, 2023
Why me?: the lucid dream, followed by a reflection on its writing Earth went numb / Like furious propellers / Against his shoulder

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Wednesday, April 24, 2024
For the ant that drowned followed by a reflection on empathy When I went to finish the last few Brussel sprouts / I saw the ant struggling

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Sunday, April 9, 2017
What am I shouting? (A poem.) It's hard to retrieve our elephant nature without the grasslands, without our family gathered around, and even without the moon to paint us silver.

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Friday, April 21, 2017
Poem: "How the future looks" I think that many young people were born with the "super-powers" or gifts that will be required for renewing the planet. I also think that future generations will have what it takes to undo what we have done to the world.

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Wednesday, August 17, 2022
To a little metal ball I found (poem followed by some thoughts) Such perfect roundness is beyond me / and mocks my need for imperfection,

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Sunday, January 1, 2017
Poet's Notebook: My poem, "Endless war" followed by commentary This poem, in honor of the new year, tries to capture what it feels like, to me, to live in a world of perpetual war. In order to express this reality I am leaving my comfort zone of conventional metaphorical language to explore a fragmentary, fractal construction of space-time relative to every day consciousness.

Finally, a Monhegan sunset!, From FlickrPhotos

Thursday, June 27, 2019
We know how it is Back from Monhegan. Always a different transition.

Sunday, November 21, 2021
The frozen shark of climate change (a sonnet) followed by a note on Baudelaire Anyone with a new Idea? We pay cash. / But frankly, I'm done scratching my bald head.

Sunday, December 18, 2022
There once were artifacts There were skulls of cows / With crescent horns . . . / In the woods,/ The remains of box turtles / With astral-centered plates all unglued.

Free photo: Kid, Plays, Sand, Sandbox - Free Image on Pixabay - 395659960 Ã-- 720 - 227k - jpg, From GoogleImages

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Friday, September 15, 2017
Sharing the sandbox -- a poem Who are the American People? And who are those people who constantly refer to "The American People"? These are important questions to ask. Unfortunately, for a poet, they don't make for very good poetry, but that's life.

Monday, May 23, 2022
The great intervention It means the way we live / Has upset the balance / It means that soon / If the animals fail to turn us out, / Then the storm will try,

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Thursday, February 9, 2017
Poet's Notebook: My poem, "Earth" followed by comments 1) The poem I found at the bottom of the well when the well of inspiration ran dry, and 2) who the poem is not intended for.

Tuesday, March 5, 2024
In the studio You played brilliantly while I read./ Your cello creaked and moaned and broke/Into sobs and ripped cloth

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Thursday, April 23, 2020
Grass basket Sometimes things stand out as living metaphors, but unless one is writing a haiku, it is the easiest thing to get carried away, making a chore of it. Our job, as poets, might be just to tell a simple story and then know when to stop typing.

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Tuesday, July 5, 2022
Turkeys are my people I'm heading down to the garden to get some rhubarb stems. / I detect some movement by the garden gate. / There are some people there.

Sunday, September 25, 2022
Island hopping man followed by a reflection If you keep lying so vividly / I will have to believe you.

Thursday, July 2, 2020
Lightning over Ira Just a simple trip to town is no longer just a simple trip to town.

Friday, February 11, 2022
A vision of renewal -- A prose poem followed by thoughts on its writing I'm talking about watershed moments / That take us by surprise and / Blow us out of our comfort zones!

a_modern_nuclear_bomb_explosio n_over_a_small_city, From FlickrPhotos

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Wednesday, March 23, 2022
Now would be the time to raise the alarm Now is the time to raise the alarm and make a stink. Right now.

Sunday, September 11, 2022
Ballad of Route 87 south Dead animal in the slow lane/ Mechanicsville / Sweetwater (probably not).

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Thursday, September 15, 2016
What exactly am I saying? Pondering life's meaningless questions. What basket are you in?

corot_orpheus_leading_eurydice _underworld_1861, From FlickrPhotos

Friday, July 21, 2023
Don't look back Don't even think about it but just keep your eyes / on the dangerous path ahead

Saturday, July 4, 2020
Another poem about Ira One could write a whole book of poems about places we drive through to get to other places, but would anyone read it?

20140821_HastingsSanctuary_Imp atiensCapensis_Cutler_160125, From FlickrPhotos

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Friday, May 27, 2022
I love our invasive plants followed by a note Nightshade (This is a poison plant straight from a fairy tale.) Knotweed (Hollow stems snap with a boink, used to treat Lyme.) Lemon balm (Calming. A favorite of the faerie folk, you know, the little people.)

Tuesday, April 16, 2024
Absence followed by a reflection When the birds are here / The songs comes with them / The songs are in the birds

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Thursday, April 21, 2022
The council of the flies followed by a reflection They came from houses and prisons, / Boardrooms and palaces, / Marketplaces and gas stations,

renoir_young_woman_seated_rowb oat, From FlickrPhotos

Wednesday, March 27, 2019
The Storyteller What is the story we are living versus what is the story we are being told and what is the story we are telling ourselves?

Monday, August 14, 2023
How it happened -- three poems of origins Trees do not have to go anywhere./ They have known that from the beginning. / Obviously their toes became roots.

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Wednesday, March 9, 2022
How do we break the chain of endless war?: A conversation with five friends in Vermont For the most part, I think / we can all agree that men start and wage war. / Therefore, for the most part, / only men can break that chain.

Wednesday, December 21, 2022
How to eat for the holidays: Of mice and the rest of us when the waves of life come in, when our gut is healthy, instead of getting knocked down and pummeled by turbulence, we ride them in. I am speaking from personal experience.

Tuesday, May 3, 2022
Water from a mulberry tree: Not how but why? The head is very good at explaining "how", but I am much more interested in why?

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Wednesday, May 6, 2020
Johnny's so long at the fair: my trip to Home Depot Epidemic Epistle: A Covid-19 Crisis Diary originally published on Thiscantbehapening.org.

Wednesday, April 13, 2022
Goodbye to a friend He always asked how I was doing when we got together. I knew he was not looking for the short answer. Neither one of us went for the short answers.

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Sunday, June 4, 2017
Nursery rhymes for the times The old nursery rhymes had a dark side. They were also coo-coo and zany. These are darker than silly but so are our times.

Free photo Grasses High Grass Walk Relax Nature Enjoy - Max Pixel960 Ã-- 640 - 89k - jpg, From GoogleImages

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Thursday, April 13, 2017
"Onion", a poem There are poems that are like shouting into a wind storm, without being able to hear ourselves, and there are poems that offer an alternative to hopelessness -- in this case, magic.

Sunday, October 2, 2022
News from the middle world I am playing with you I am praying for you / Even though you may be the murderer of my dreams

Saturday, March 16, 2024
Greg Braden on the Psalm 83 War: What about those Biblical prophecies and coded predictions? Do the stupidest, shallowest, most self-centered or delusional, narrow minded, sickest people make the most history?

Sunday, September 4, 2022
Across the way 2 followed by a reflection His home was just clear-cut / So he sits in a low spot at the bend / With nowhere to go

.The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.. ? Helen Keller, From FlickrPhotos

Sunday, August 28, 2022
Rilke, Buhner and the human heart (a brief essay, approx 250 words) Basically, the heart, especially of men, went completely underground for most of the 20th century. . .

.We take a big step in life when we stop generalizing about others, and we consider each individually, even if it is anyway part of a whole that exceeds it., From FlickrPhotos

Friday, October 21, 2022
This poem is not for everyone With my new hearing aids I can even detect my own oven timer / Timing the cooking of this poem

Thursday, February 8, 2024
War, god and the silence of mountains followed by an explanation Five or so wars ago I almost lost you / To a great war, my father. / (That would be my soul talking)

Friday, April 30, 2021
Come home to Feng shui -- a sonnet We're all on our own to find how this works / But there is always hope at the end of the day.

Free photo: Green Mamba, Snake, Toxic - Free Image on Pixabay - 174351960 Ã-- 540 - 122k - jpg, From GoogleImages

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Wednesday, January 3, 2018
New Year, new eyes, new skin -- A poem Poem for the new year about survival, adaptation and rebirth.

Thursday, May 16, 2024
This letter was leaked to the Front Porch Forum in Vermont Just promise us one thing:/That you will consider ending your siege /Of Gaza sometime in the foreseeable future.

Tuesday, April 12, 2022
An elder's pride and remorse There were about 50, 60 people / In colorful clothes. / ( I recall the colors of people's outfits. / It was a true celebration.)

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Saturday, January 28, 2017
I'm back. Did you miss me? Just a brief summary of my long strange journey to age 66, and a possible explanation for why I haven't been writing much these days.

Saturday, May 22, 2021
Notes of a burned-out time traveler II, followed by a reflection I went back to that place in the future / With the big hand in the woods / The place where the children / Were trying to get the pigeon to fly

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Tuesday, March 29, 2022
Who is driving? I veer to the right, barely missing the edge. / Could happen to anyone right? / But there's more.

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Sunday, November 25, 2018
The judgment Animals live by instinct but they also have emotions and they feel and they are capable of judging us.

Wednesday, August 23, 2023
Oath of loyalty followed by reflection In the real world you can buy artichoke pasta / But you can eat any kind of junk you want and feel right at home.

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Saturday, April 20, 2024
Me and Thich Nhat Hanh (open letter to my brother): I know you don't like (as in see the value in) Buddhism (or any religion), but what Thich Haht N H said was. . .

Saturday, November 17, 2018
War is wrong A simple poem about a basic truth. Like you have to brush your teeth and stay hydrated and breathe. All things you need for life. Knowing war is wrong is also necessary for life.

Wednesday, October 5, 2022
The torch I began to see movement here and there./ Just shadows moving. / Then I began to wonder where I was.

Friday, December 16, 2016
Dreaming ourselves out of this mess The difference between dreaming and Dreaming is key to getting out of our own way as humanists and activists and preparing the way for monumental change.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Knock, knock Knock, Knock joke. This is about being afraid to open your own door, to the world. Not a good situation folks.

Wednesday, October 26, 2022
Washing followed by notes Where has washing gotten us, / Really? Footnote: I give you Napoleon and Trump.

Saturday, July 17, 2021
This and that or this or worse HERE IS A GIFT FOR YOU / THE SUN AND THE MOON / THE MOON'S REFLECTION

Friday, April 10, 2020
Stalking the message Epidemic Epistle IV: A COVID-19 crisis diary: this is installment IV of a weekly diary of the pandemic.

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Friday, June 14, 2019
The vacation A poem, like a dream, is the best way to say something; not the most articulate way or the most user-friendly way. Maybe it's the only way.

Saturday, July 16, 2022
Samdhi vigraha yostul yayam vrddhau samdhi mupeyatl followed by a note From her violin the bell of a horn has sprouted. / She generates a staticy thunder with her right foot / While her left foot pushes against gravity.

Litter in the Lake District / The Catstycam Blog, From GoogleImages

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Thursday, November 8, 2018
Will you help me? This is a poem about starting wherever we need to start, from a place that needs attention and love, a place that isn't happy or comfortable that we lost touch with somehow, that we have to rediscover and let back into our hearts.

Saturday, January 19, 2019
Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music, 2nd installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff This is the second installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff, which will be appearing in bi-weekly installments.

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Saturday, October 29, 2016
November Kale This time of year resonates with me in so many ways. It's hard to keep up with what what-all I want to say before Solstice changes things again..

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Saturday, February 9, 2019
Like reading Mary Oliver The idea of this poem is, obviously, that time is running out, with the bookmarks growing ever shorter. But there is more to it.

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Wednesday, September 12, 2018
The first argument One interpretation of how the trouble started is, originally, we were meant to have a much larger brain. The one we have is too small. That accounts for why we are so violent and riddled with neuroses.

Friday, March 25, 2022
The train is leaving Meanwhile we fight and fight./ We fight our child's fear./ We fight the war to stay or leave,

Tuesday, July 7, 2020
freedom is This poem is a concatenation of self-similar imagistic patterns that could have continued as a fractal unfurling until the poet decided to bring it home.

Sunday, July 17, 2022
Butterfly's teaching The lessons of butterfly are the lessons of metamorphosis, the different stages of transformation of the self:

Saturday, April 20, 2019
Tremendum We have dreamed an ending for the world, but the world's Dreaming may have something else in store. Some of us may welcome that as an extension of the familiar, while others may turn away to continue dreaming of ends.

Shoes on a Wiry Intersection, From FlickrPhotos

Sunday, December 25, 2022
Get ready to dance Fling your old shoes over the power-line / And get ready to dance a barefoot jig / The band has arrived

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Tuesday, April 23, 2024
Wildfires in the brain -- A sonnet followed by: How I started writing sonnets late in life This would be horrifying if it happened to me,/(Also quite upsetting if it only happened to you),

Wednesday, May 25, 2022
21 Dead and Counting We know the old ways have to die. What we need is demolition. Not tearing buildings down but the lie.

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Thursday, August 4, 2022
Pelosi in Taiwan - Caramba! (a sonnet) I voted for a man who is patently insane! / Biden ought to be learning origami

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Tuesday, October 13, 2020
Poem: Should I wear a mask? Existential dilemma. Mask or no mask? We know the answer but there are other questions that distort the answer. A quintessentially American loop of parochial logic.

Thursday, February 22, 2018
AR-15 (A poem) Words fail after the shooting at Marjory Stonemason Douglas High School. Just as with Sandy Hook and Orlando, first shock, then deep sorrow, then outrage then deep consternation. America, America, how much more blood will you shed of your children?

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Friday, January 7, 2022
Why wait until 71? 71 years ago I was born. / My soul chose to be born. / And, what's more, I was born 71 years ago with a dream.

Servant of Idris: Cutter, From FlickrPhotos

Friday, March 29, 2024
The teaching of the rainmaker The day has come / I see you anxiously packing / Your spear and your gun / And your pepper spray.

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Monday, May 11, 2020
Nursery rhymes Among the things we most have to fear is being caught up in a collective refusal to learn anything from history. What do we see then when we look in the collective mirror? Governments would treat us like children. That is a terrifying prospect when we consider that the leader of the free world is nothing but a spoiled child himself.

Monday, May 2, 2022
71 and still doing dumb things followed by thoughts After gathering in a circle, Enjoying a mug of nettle-tulsi tea, We walked to the big garden together

Friday, July 31, 2020
My first sip of coffee is sweet Getting older one stands the chance of converting bitter into sweet. There is also the chance that what was sweet that turned bitter may transform into bittersweet.

Saturday, December 3, 2022
Stealth Did you ever feel like putting on your electric suit / And getting gone?

Falling | 203.366 Haven't you seen me sleepwalking? Cause I'. | Flickr1024 Ã-- 685 - 61k - jpg, From GoogleImages

Wednesday, January 17, 2018
Sleepwalker If someone commits murder when they are sleepwalking, are they guilty? If someone starts a nuclear war when they are aren't in their right mind, are they responsible? With so many zombies running the country we better give these questions serious thought.

Former Bank Atlantic/Community Savings & Loan - Riviera Beach, FL, From FlickrPhotos

Friday, February 2, 2024
The right and left brain enjoying a rare moment of comradery (a prose poem) My right brain was tired./ My left brain said, / Let's go on an "outing".

Wednesday, March 27, 2024
Reflection on my poem "Seeing Red", posted on 3/17/24 The 60s was my holocaust. It burned up my childhood to a cinder. But like the protagonist in The Giver, at the end of the 60s, my spirit was rescued by the color red. .

Wednesday, May 11, 2022
Vlad at home He can't sleep. He has to call the general / Right now./ He fumbles for the phone on his night table

Monday, August 8, 2022
Lake Mead: Since covid Americans are asking more questions Will Lake Mead ever refill? What Year will Arizona / run out of water? Is it illegal to / wash your car in Vegas?

Sunday, May 22, 2022
The stone gun What an usual find! / It was formed by at least three kinds of stone: / The "barrel" was limestone, the handle, / Some kind of amalgam of quartz and basalt.

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Monday, December 31, 2018
Black butterfly -- New Year, new world Another tipping point. Another chance to listen to the prophetic voice of common sense. Will it be just a new year or a new world? We choose.

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Friday, March 24, 2017
Poet's Notebook: The new Big Story (The short story: A super-intelligent species behaved badly) Finding ourselves in the new Big Story. Super novas, thresholds and butterflies.

Wednesday, December 28, 2022
The power of sharing dreams After a while our dreams were less about living in a world turned upside down by a virus and more connected with our individuating lives as ongoing adventures.

Saturday, August 8, 2020
Eleven Commandments Maybe it's time to update the Ten Commandments, such as "love what you like. Cherish what you love." (What if we are living in Paradise? Would it make any difference?)

Sunday, October 24, 2021
Dropping the golden shield (followed by an autobiographical note on the writing of this poem) We would dig beneath the overhangs / And then go up and jump / Until the ground released

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Sunday, April 2, 2017
"Death" -- a poem Contemplating death, at 66: the difference between life and death grows thinner.

Friday, June 17, 2022
Spirit of seeing I carried the irate turtle across a small patch of field / To a soggy spot where the meadow / transitioned to marsh

Wednesday, May 3, 2017
Listening to the cricket What does it take to be a real human being? I think I just got a little closer.

Saturday, August 6, 2022
Email from a friend on Hiroshima Day I must have hit the drum enough / to cover every one of those lost at Hiroshima.

Friday, November 19, 2021
Why is Gary Lindorff the way he is? I only started being able to navigate my psychic landscape when I grew into my poetic shoes. . .I say shoes because initially I swallowed poets like TS Eliot, Yeats and Rilke whole. . .

Thursday, December 16, 2021
God or Climate Change or Godzilla? (Maybe it's all three.) The usual questions arise: Why this house and not that house? Why this section of town and not across the street? ... As if there is some answer somewhere

Tuesday, March 5, 2024
This I saw in a dream The dog is only being polite out of respect for the man's ego./ He is a patient dog. / The dog is describing the man's behavior to him./ He isn't making anything up.

Thursday, February 3, 2022
The elephant in the tree followed by the dream that inspired this poem and an interpretation I prayed for Putin and Ukraine and myself. / And got a dream for all my trouble.

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Tuesday, November 1, 2022
The theology and Ten Commandments of conventional Environmentalism: Plug for a new Environmentalism If you were raised a good Christian and a good Environmentalist, all the better for you, but being a good Environmentalist would suffice to open doors . . .

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Thursday, September 30, 2021
This poem is done To be sorry for us I would have to be a saint./ All of this could have been avoided.

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Monday, March 14, 2022
I need to get something off my chest You know, it occurs to me, as I contemplate the horrors of Ukraine. . .

Wednesday, November 30, 2022
Into the gap And the people sitting at the little tables / Are no one you know / But you have their attention

Monday, April 17, 2023
The boat with the lavender sail . . . Pleasant Bay is where my father / Learned to sail when he was a boy. / When he was out there in the open water / That was when he felt free,

Thursday, April 16, 2015
No hurry New poem by Thiscantbehappening's resident poet

Sunday, April 26, 2015
healing, imagination, regeneration New poem by Thiscan'tbehappening's poet in residence

Friday, November 19, 2021
Foundering flounder (a poem) I felt like that sad bottom fish / Weighted down, flattened by / A sea of language

Monday, January 1, 2024
The last piece (A kind of New Years poem)followed by a link to a stanza by stanza interpretation A gap, a crack of space / What if he goes far away / That rock becomes our teacher

Thursday, May 19, 2022
The end of a world It's hot. Everything is hot and bright./ The stones are hot and . . . glinting./ I think they have lots of mica in them./ The ground is hot.

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Tuesday, June 8, 2021
My friend the local legend And he stops in the middle of the song / To yell at the weed wacker / On the other side of the hedgerow

Free vector graphic: Red, Paint, Ink, Splatter, Splash - Free ...761 Ã-- 720 - 69k - png, From GoogleImages

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Monday, March 26, 2018
Onion and Woo plan an outing Throwing red paint at the entrance to the White House seems like a really good use of time. In this poem Woo questions whether red is the best color.

Satan (after Botticelli), From FlickrPhotos

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Sunday, March 20, 2022
The circles of Hell Dante's circles of hell, that is to say, all nine or ten / Have vanished with the evils of his time./ But Hell itself has much enlarged since then

Thursday, December 30, 2021
Until the rhythm shifts That day I was respected / Was an argument of some kind / Then rest a moment and breathe

Saturday, May 9, 2020
Don't vote against Trump because Imagine a world without Trump. Would it be any better? Would it be any different.? Would we be any different? Would there be more rainbows? Just asking.

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Thursday, April 22, 2021
Some thoughts on the shadow How we experience our collective shadows has everything to do with how consciously and proactively and mindfully we approach this work -- and it is work!

Friday, April 14, 2023
Lifting the lid, back in the day No one calls 'um flapjacks any more / That goes back to the British occupation / "Jack" was a British common man

bridge deconstruction, From FlickrPhotos

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Wednesday, May 25, 2022
Happy Trails followed by a note . . . putting all of one's eggs / In the Thinking basket / Can lead to loneliness, / As Thinking winds down.

Saturday, November 5, 2022
How watching "Till" was like striking a gong And as the lights came on in the theater / It seemed as if something / Was being asked of me.

Sunday, May 29, 2022
Another unendurable age My father took me fishing / When I was little / He baited the hook for me / I didn't want to hurt the worm

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Monday, May 30, 2022
All I got We have just as little control / Over what our governments / Decide to do / As we have over what we dream.

Thursday, June 23, 2022
I didn't die in Albuquerque Two zombies, half crazy./ We were young, driving your father's jeep./ Now we needed coffee.

Friday, March 22, 2024
The exuberant invitation and a reflection Everything that is ours is yours. / Be sure to bring your Prozac and your Zantac and your kayak

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Wednesday, January 27, 2021
Reflection of the self followed by thoughts on the writing of this poem If I must say something / Appears from emptiness / It became a game / The palm tree won

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Monday, July 18, 2022
I'm sweating followed by a reflection I'm sweating./ How about you? / Sweating because much of Europe / China and India and Australia is heating up.

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Tuesday, October 3, 2017
"Why are we in Vietnam?" (or any damn place for that matter), revisited Part 2 Monkeys take revenge on the sun for burning down Ameise's house and live in the house of the sun.

#lintu #bird #savi #ceramic #clay, From FlickrPhotos

Sunday, May 15, 2022
A bird with my name on it I focused my vision like a microscope / And saw amazing things: / The fern became a rock, / The rock, a rabbit,

Tuesday, July 12, 2022
Hawk feathers, Gump and empire Sometimes I wake up feeling heavy and demoralized. That's not a good way to start the day.

Monday, August 15, 2022
As long as rivers run and the law of karma (poem) When the rivers stop flowing / the grass will stop growing / and trees will stop bearing leaves.

Wednesday, February 9, 2022
Yahweh was Irish The process is called nitrogenation / But I'm not interested in the science. / I am interested in the tempest

Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Hitching a ride with Cassandra The poet, in a dream, hitches a ride with Cassandra, a contemporary incarnation of the ancient prophetess of Troy..

elephant walking away | flowcomm | Flickr986 Ã-- 657 - 213k - jpg, From GoogleImages

Tuesday, January 30, 2018
Imagine this world This poem is sort of a koan. It makes convoluted sense, but the point is to get us to go into a maze of imagining, to get lost and find our way through by trusting that the world the poet is asking us to imagine is simply a world of people that can imagine a world with elephants.

Saturday, March 16, 2019
Daffodil, The Great This poem is a parable that is being spun in order to say something true about the magical powers of the daffodil, not only to break out of a frozen bulb, like the Great Houdini, but to participate in (or in this poem, initiate) the grand ecstatic chain-reaction that we call Spring.

Wednesday, May 26, 2021
Notes from a burned-out time-traveler III : Quat There I was in the same weird place / I was outside the brain museum / I took out my handwritten instructions:

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Friday, June 11, 2021
Welcome to our garden Welcome to our garden / Glad you could make it / Our garden would like to meet you

Monday, June 14, 2021
Zero sum Your zero sum logic / Like a list of rules / Etched in titanium

Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Wow The best tricks aren't tricks.Or another way of saying this is, the best magic is real.

Tuesday, July 21, 2020
Homeward from visiting family Visiting family several states away is worth the risk and the quarantine when we get back home. Many of us are not looking for America any more; we're looking at it hard and deep.

Sunday, August 16, 2020
Vertigo / Picking up glass on Monhegan Island A poem about picking up the pieces and being in a good place to contemplate what it means to be whole.

Wednesday, December 29, 2021
Old friends, not bookends (a poem) What about you? What / Keeps you wanting to stay alive? / (Long list follows. / I say, Wow.

Sunday, November 7, 2021
The riddle (a poem from a dream) followed by a possible interpretation . . . these words / Are not what they seem. / I think that they are encoding / The entire dream

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Sunday, October 16, 2016
There is a mountain A dream-vision. Driving toward a place of transformation.

Thursday, November 10, 2016
Using my library as an oracle Applying Jung's principle of synchronicity, in trying to make sense of Trump's rise, I sought advice from some revered ancestors and one living ecstatic poet.

washing-hands | gea79on | Flickr595 Ã-- 479 - 59k - jpg, From GoogleImages

Sunday, October 1, 2017
"Why are we in Vietnam?" (or any damn place for that matter), revisited Norman Mailer's novel and Ken Burn's documentary and a few cherished memories of Aunt Margery are the inspirations for this poem that addresses the quandary, Why are we in the Trump Era?

Saturday, January 18, 2025
Getting something off my chest: Why we can't stop warring and being control-freaks, reason #2 (1969) I remember when brother Dave and I were walking down the hall of our high school together. It was the last day of school, (for me), a half day, and I was cleaning out my locker.

Saturday, March 5, 2022
And if you don't love me now Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise / Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies

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Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Fighting Zombies Why I have a soft place in my heart for zombies and 50-foot women.

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Monday, December 18, 2017
Finding myself twice as old as my son -- a poem There are perks to having an old soul. On a good day it is possible to tap in to the patience of a stone or tree, and to recognize the things that really matter, like yogurt and love.

Saturday, August 27, 2022
I will you said Once I heard a poet reading / in a secret garden./ A catbird / in the tree above him / began to sing.

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Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Finding myself in Time: Facing the Music, 3rd installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff This is the third of bi-weekly installments of a memoir by Gary Lindorff.

Thursday, August 19, 2021
The flowers in the bowl (a covid poem followed by a reflection on its writing) Pitiful i thought so that's it? / And I looked at the flowers

Friday, November 1, 2024
She has a name, Israel -- followed by a reflection on its writing Is she lucky?) / The child captured / in a photograph . . .

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Sunday, November 11, 2018
Honor to the men and women in the orange vests who build and resurface our roads We see them out there, all summer and fall, the men and women who build and resurface roads. This poem is a tribute to them.

Saturday, August 5, 2023
Standing in the wind of a wild waterfall And you keep going up / Until you get to the top / Where a giant hemlock lies diagonally / Across the noisy tumult of white water

Friday, July 30, 2021
The story goes My father's father played his violin in the attic / Where no one could see his tears.

Sunday, February 13, 2022
Reflection on War We're all living in the same house for damn sure!! When a nation goes to war, it is burning down a room in the global house.

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Monday, March 7, 2022
Shifting I'm deleting fewer emails. / Emails from friends. / Emails from out there.

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Sunday, February 20, 2022
So, what exactly is synchronicity and how does it help us exit the Matrix? So another way to look at a synchronicity is to see it as the coincidence of an inner and outer event that share unmistakable commonalities.

Thursday, November 4, 2021
What I want to say has been said (poem) followed by a reflection on its writing The same thing someone said / In a bus station in Gdansk 10 years before. / His child had just fallen asleep on the bench

Sunday, May 3, 2020
The greater pandemic The greater pandemic is the Industrial Revolution that started in the mid nineteenth century, England and spread like wild fire sickening the living planet.

The first poppy of the year ..., From FlickrPhotos

Saturday, July 2, 2022
The poppy followed by a note This was not a rose, / But it was the intense red of this flower / That first caught my eye.

Saturday, May 15, 2021
Many trees are blossoming followed by a reflection I wish I wasn't a predator. / I wish I did not sanction the violence / That has passed for civilization

Sunday, March 12, 2017
Poet's Notebook: My poem, "Mr. Heron" followed by comments Maybe this is the Zen of bird-watching: Serving witness. Sometimes the message I receive from nature these days is overwhelmingly sad. It isn't business as usual in nature especially in Florida.

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Saturday, December 23, 2023
Judgment day: Gaza (and yet the light returns) It wasn't a long time ago./ Try yesterday./ It just depends on where you are./ It just depends on who you are.

Friday, November 8, 2024
Excerpt from BBC World, "Gaza's top Islamic scholar issues fatwa criticizing 7 October attack" followed by reflection I don't think the United States has the capacity or desire to look within or to see itself in the commission of another nation's sins and atrocities. Maybe Hamas and even some Israelis do . . .

Sunday, February 2, 2025
Chaos theory followed by notes When he shook my hand to thank me for helping / Both our hands were covered with sand / Like sandpaper / Sand that the tide moves around by the ton

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Friday, January 25, 2019
The poet was not harmed during this fantasy of world's end Are we responsible for our fantasies of the end of the world? I suppose if we want to take credit for worlds that flourish we should also accept some of the blame for the ones that don't.

Fred Flintstone - Halifax - New Street, Birmingham, From FlickrPhotos

Thursday, March 3, 2022
Human Report Card, F- . . .we haven't learned anything / In 4 hundred thousand years. / We drive around in our own private machines / Like Fred Flintstone.

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Sunday, December 26, 2021
Happy crappy New Year I'm tired of people dicing and splicing their truth, / Praying for forgiveness while gearing up for war.

Sunday, August 2, 2020
In the pine woods Listening to all the racket of young crows being fed conjures thoughts of good parenting, but also how it seems to be the case that the more intelligent a species, the longer it takes to grow up.

Thursday, August 20, 2020
Shipwrecked Roses are red, violets are blue but without poetry in our souls it's all black and white.

Monday, December 25, 2023
Same floor different room followed by stanza by stanza interpretation of this poem Then the lights shifted / Silence. Juniper green. / Cannot be coincidence

Wednesday, November 3, 2021
Betrayal (what we can expect) threshold beyond / which the goal is to prevent / grow immensely.

Monday, April 27, 2015
His initiation New poem by Thiscantbehappening resident poet

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Friday, April 1, 2022
Mary Oliver's poem: "The Summer Day" followed by a reflection Tell me, what is it you plan to do / with your one wild and precious life?

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Wednesday, March 13, 2019
The mock interview I read an article on BBC World News about how: "The world's first robot designed to carry out unbiased job interviews is being tested by Swedish recruiters." Named Tengai, her voice is kind and businesslike with a tinge of the maternal. Her face glows. I couldn't help but imagine where this is going. It all seems very innocent right now, the subtle introduction of AI into every day culture. But is it?

Friday, July 1, 2022
Crow VS the Sea followed by a note No sooner had I settled in / At one of my favorite spots / High above the ocean, / Than I noticed a crow

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Tuesday, August 9, 2016
"There you go again." (Reagan) Distancing myself from those who explode the things I love.

Photomarathon 5: Burning rose, From FlickrPhotos

Tuesday, November 9, 2021
The rose, the fire and the fools (poem) I'm afraid of us./ I wake up afraid / Of us. I lie awake afraid / Of us

Thursday, June 30, 2022
Ka-ching Looking out at the harbor / There is an antique cash register / On a shelf above me/ Ornately conceived of brass and iron

Friday, May 13, 2022
Rhubarb and the revolution followed by a note on its writing My wife asks me to go down to the garden / And get 8 stalks of rhubarb. / I walk down in my slippers.

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Friday, March 17, 2017
Poet's Notebook: Disappearing places, disappearing soul and soul-retrieval As the world experiences soul-loss, with the displacement of and gentrification of one-of-a-kind places (along with the people who live in these places), we have to make sure that we nurture our own souls, i.e., that part of us that is capable of recognizing "soul" in the first place. Soul has nothing to to with quaintness or charm. Soul is what lets us know when we're home or closing in on what we are longing for.

Tuesday, March 19, 2019
Glastenbury Mountain Some places are mysterious and deserve our respect and we should show our respect by granting them space or at least when we visit these places we should try to discern whether they want us there or are asking us to back away. I think the Grand Canyon is like that. We should stay out of it, admire it from the rim, but let the spirits live there in peace.

Passarela com neblina, From FlickrPhotos

Wednesday, January 10, 2024
Are you ready with me? (A sand-blasted poem) followed by a link to a stanza-by-stanza interpretation of this poem Friendly little mountain / That is how it looks / An image brightened in her mind

Tuesday, November 30, 2021
Home is where we're planted (sonnet) How sad the house looks, like a Pixar animation! / The forest too will miss us

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Sunday, February 26, 2017
Poet's Notebook: My poem, "True story of a one-legged duck" followed by comments I tried to help a wounded duck but the universe had other plans. The question is, is it too late to help our own wounded selves? and other questions.

Hiroshima was a truly happy place before the Americans destroyed it, From FlickrPhotos

Tuesday, January 25, 2022
Bomb the ending followed by a reflection Bomb the volcano! / Bomb the city. / Bomb the northern lights if you want to.

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Sunday, November 13, 2016
Here and There We are responsible for what happens to our cultural, emotional and spiritual environment. So we have a lot to figure out and, now that the damn election is over, we best get to it. There is a lot at stake.

Monday, October 18, 2021
Thus it is (for people who live near the sea, a semi-autobiographical confession) There will inevitably be days when / The front door is open / The strange man turned up again

Tuesday, August 2, 2022
Interchangeable filters With my first sip of coffee, / Somewhat shamefully, / I snap in my metaphor filter.

Tuesday, August 3, 2021
Puzzled? : Seeing our worldviews as puzzles ... if we are really individuating our visions never stop expanding and there is always a fractal edge...

Sunday, September 12, 2021
Stand by (a poem) followed by brief reflection You might not be needed yet but -- stand by. / When Satan gives the nod or wink you must all push your buttons.

Friday, June 24, 2022
We are closer / we are here We're getting closer, almost there, as to the ocean / who has so many ways of letting us know / that she is close.

Saturday, April 18, 2020
Searching for a new mantra At least there are no germs in space . . . yet. Mantra or revelation, new paradigm or shift, Big Dream or vision? It matters little where we draw our inspiration, as long as we don't push the reset button.

Monday, January 21, 2019
No poem tonight A poem about not being able to write a poem is even harder to write than nothing at all. This poem tries to capture that feeling.

Saturday, January 6, 2024
W.S. Merwin: One of my favorite poets, abstruse for a reason I often read a poem by W.S Merwin (1927 - 2019) and find myself scratching my head. He seems to be in a different universe

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Saturday, September 11, 2021
One old guy to another -- A shadow poem Right then my consciousness splits / Right down the middle. / I am responding to my friend / Normally enough that he doesn't seem to notice

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Thursday, March 2, 2017
Poet's Notebook: A Haiku, "Four elder White men" followed by a reflection James Baldwin makes me uncomfortable in my skin, for which I am grateful.

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Tuesday, November 3, 2020
The Stranding of the Human Race: The Human / Dolphin Enigma Dolphin's brains are as complex as, or even more convoluted than, human brains and they are far better communicators than we are (among themselves), so why do they beach?

Friday, September 2, 2016
Launching a poem Here is a poem that will not blow up on launch. And, the aliens are among us; they are the left brain.

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Tuesday, December 4, 2018
The hourglass We are living in a fragile moment, in a loop of time, like a recurring dream but not quite because the dream is changing subtly as the particles of possibility slip through the hourglass.

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Friday, February 25, 2022
Why we may never have peace I'm listening to muted sirens and explosions / Above where the ATM machines / Are waiting for the mobs

Sunday, January 16, 2022
Tenderized by L/life You might not understand what I am saying. / That is why I am including the link in this poem.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014
New book by Gary Lindorff -- New Wasichu, Crossing: Our Story is Just Beginning Here is a map for we who would walk into the future in balance and with power -- power to overcome our foes, power to face our fears. These two paths start right here. To the extent that we own it and live it, with courage, our story is, in fact, just beginning.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014
I Can't Breathe New poem by Thiscantbehappening's poet.

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Saturday, January 29, 2022
Buddha is alive and well So she fell asleep and dreamed her baby was lost / So she woke "Oh, my baby, where is my baby?"

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Sunday, January 8, 2017
Poet's Notebook: My poem, "From the land of giants", followed by reflection A birthday poem to myself in which I step up to slay some giants and invite others to do the same.

Sunday, June 26, 2022
Humble I handed her a book of mine./ You might not like them (the poems)./ She said, "You're just shy."

Tuesday, February 12, 2019
11th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding myself in Time" This is the 11th bi-weekly installment of Lindorff's "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until its release in March.

Free photo: Glass, Broken, Shattered - Free Image on Pixabay - 1818065960 Ã-- 637 - 246k - jpg, From GoogleImages

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Saturday, March 31, 2018
It hurts to be an American. Literally (pt,2) Part 2: It hurts to be an American. Literally. But it hurts some more than others.

Tuesday, February 5, 2019
8th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding myself in time: Facing the music" This is the 8th, bi-weekly installment of Lindorff's memoir, ""Finding myself in time: Facing the music", to be continued until the book is released in late March.

Friday, July 2, 2021
If I were to stay here (poem) I would have no choice / Because my mind would clear up / I would wake up

Thursday, March 17, 2022
Parallel thunders Two hundred children. / The people in the cavea grow still. / A profound hush spreads through the stadium

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Friday, December 4, 2020
Yes, Covid is shutting down the arts Just a quick slanted overview of what artists are facing as we navigate Covid.

Thursday, May 12, 2022
Open house The walls are made of cannon balls./ The roofing material is guaranteed / Until tomorrow.

Thursday, November 21, 2024
Guest sculptor and poet, Nick Santoro: "Sculptor fit for a forest life" Perhaps the combo of the land's dreaming / and my own, / can facilitate something

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Friday, January 1, 2021
The man with the luna-moth mask A large insect lands on my face / It is a moth / It covers my face / Like a covid-mask

Tuesday, June 28, 2022
This is what I wrote (in awkward solidarity with Philip Levine) Setting: Monhegan, early, / sitting with my coffee, / just finished reading a poem by Levine.

Friday, September 13, 2024
You are not mine to see You see what you see. / I cannot tell you what to see. / You are not easy to see.

1970 M.C.I. MC-7 - Greyhound, From FlickrPhotos

Tuesday, January 4, 2022
William's secret pleasure (followed by a note on its writing) William travels to Boston every other week / To visit his granddaughter, Sherry. He always goes by bus.

Monday, July 25, 2022
Welcome to the Matrix: For 99.9999 percent of the human race, it may be all there ever is . . . how hard it is to escape the Matrix, how easily it draws us back in, or seduces us back in and when it does we can kiss our autonomy good-bye.

Sunday, October 16, 2022
What some OpEd contributors have been writing about the dangers and likelihood of nuclear war, followed by a proposal: Proposal: How about we (anti-nuclear contributors to OpEdNews) undersign a headlined statement banning first use of tactical nuclear

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Saturday, February 19, 2022
The old man says followed by notes on its writing If we have to shame our ancestors / We will do that, they say. / If we have to eat your dreams, / We will eat your dreams.

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Thursday, September 9, 2021
Passport photo followed by reflection Take off your glasses / Don't smile / That's what they told me

Wednesday, November 9, 2022
At the Urgent Poetry clinic: poetry in the future She closes the door but not all the way. You are alone. You wait again, opting not to pick up a magazine. You are too nervous. The poem you want to talk about was big.

Wednesday, May 27, 2020
My whispering bones This might stand as a / the poet's version of breaking quarantine.

Saturday, May 29, 2021
Notes from a burned-out time-traveler IV Quat has listened to my descriptions of my time / And he thinks that his time could be regarded / As a fresh start.

Wednesday, January 31, 2024
A love poem in time You looked to me tomorrow / Just as you will look to me before / Quoting my favorite dead person

Thursday, November 4, 2021
Lest the criminal judge (poem) followed by some thoughts I will consign my rage to a ritual fire, / Bury its ashes deep in the ground. / Just let me live beyond my urge to scream

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Monday, October 26, 2015
G Lindorff interviews Gaia Pacifist-poet interviews Gaia. Gaia advises to "let the world in" and let our hearts melt. This is G L's second Gaia interview.

Friday, April 16, 2021
From in the crosshairs -- a sonnet Give me one good reason why I shouldn't scream / Like some wild thing that has lost its habitat

Tuesday, April 28, 2020
My old friend the rock This poem is about renewing an old friendship and finding peace and therapy in the middle of the woods.

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Thursday, November 13, 2014
Black River New poem by thiscantbehappenings poet, Gary Lindorff

Monday, August 2, 2021
Observing dragonflies If you want to get close to a dragonfly / There is phase one and phase two. .

British Library digitised image from page 340 of .Favourite English poems and poets. Illustrated with ... engravings on wood from drawings by eminent artists. New and improved edition., From FlickrPhotos

Wednesday, November 3, 2021
The hourglass (reprint of 2018 poem, followed by some thoughts) I heard him come in. / I heard him say, / Sleep don't come easy. / Too many lies.

Sunday, May 1, 2022
Review of Netflix, "How it ends". This guy is at the airport, / Flying out to Seattle to join his fiancee / And something is wrong.

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Saturday, December 22, 2018
Akooh Sometimes the clearest prose leads us astray from our birthright to babble. If there are no wild spaces between words and phrases, no voids of sense or gaps in logic then language becomes programatic, topic-driven, over-civilized. It's easy to forget how wild language is at heart because we pride ourselves in controlling it. But there is poetry with huge soul locked within the most generic prose.

Thursday, May 28, 2020
Better is best You know you have a friend when they know when you are kidding and when you are serious. The same applies for befriending oneself.

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Saturday, October 19, 2024
Stepping off the Red White and Blue Road : voting and evolution I might choose to stop writing right now, but I won't do that because I kind of know where I want to go with this piece. I want to make at least one good point. I think that our country is at a stage in its evolution when it fancies itself young and heroic . . .

Monday, June 1, 2020
Sometimes it amazes me This is a poem about the power of yearning to manifest.

lynda olsen Green EYE-1-10, From FlickrPhotos

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Monday, January 10, 2022
Rebirth Of course it is black and white / Let me be clear This is old / It happened before I was born

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Tuesday, August 30, 2016
How can you know when you run? (inspired by Crosby, Stills and Nash: "How can you run when you know?") There is a fine line between writing for escape and writing for transcendence. In such a dangerous world, as writers, we are wise to watch for opportunities to be reborn. Events are always building and breaking like an omnipresent wave gathering momentum. The trick is to fly ahead of the tidal wave of events, keeping our vision clear and our minds free.

Thursday, May 19, 2022
The crow at my feeder -- an ongoing true story Sometimes he would bring a friend./ Maybe a girlfriend./ Try these, I imagine he would say, / You might like them.

Saturday, July 31, 2021
One big dream We were out back talking about dreams / One big dream in particular, yours.

Thursday, January 4, 2024
Go easy I played to the peanut gallery / And to the sun / And to that silly old romantic

Monday, January 20, 2025
Bombs of love (reposted from 2015) with comments Our bombs are well-intended, moral bombs. / Bombs of democracy, / Anti-septic bombs of change, / Bombs of a new order for you

Somewhere in coimbatore, From FlickrPhotos

Tuesday, January 18, 2022
Somewhere in Coimbatore Somewhere in Coimbatore / There is a patch of grass / That is greener than green

Monday, January 31, 2022
Growing up followed by a reflection I said to the stone: / We're going to / Change the world

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Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Evil (an open letter to my dead father) Is evil intrinsic to our humanity or there an outside agent that makes us do inexplicably terrible things?

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Sunday, February 10, 2019
10th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 10th bi-weekly installment of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.

Thursday, March 31, 2022
The burning mountain Sometimes it feels like the stink is in my brain. / But we go to work anyway. / If we don't who will?

Tuesday, November 19, 2024
What is your medicine animal? Your crocodile is yawning /Pretending to be tired but/ See how he sits under your tree In the swamp, waiting with/The patience of the primordial

Saw a weird drawing which remind me of a #Chinese #song : #woman is #tiger #shanghai # #china #girl, From FlickrPhotos

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Monday, April 8, 2019
What can Americans be proud of? Well, there was the sixties. Now what? For at least the last 10 years I have noticed that I avoid "classic" sixties rock, any sixties music for that matter, except for a few bands. I am just beginning to understand why.

Thursday, December 13, 2018
Moving right along, with bad karma We should have listened to McKibben back when he warned us that we were ending nature. Now what?

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Thursday, March 11, 2021
The first day of Spring It is when the snow has melted / But only on the south-facing hillsides.

Tuesday, February 22, 2022
Prepare for everything followed by notes Get ready for everything. / Pack your bag just in case / Everything changes sooner than expected..

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Monday, November 18, 2024
To Joe: What the hell have you done! You took my vote and you flipped me!/I may be a fool but you're a fake!/You pretend to be a good family man /But what the hell have you done!

Saturday, September 4, 2021
Rebirth (a poem) My feet hurt, but I don't have time to rub them, / No time to cool them in a stream. / Like a deer in a burning forest, / I bound over smoldering hotspots...

Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Arktos Arktos means Bear. We are making the Land of the Bear disappear before "all the eyes of the heavens".

Wednesday, October 2, 2024
Michael Meade and questing for a new world view through initiation . . .birth is the emergence of a soul into a cosmic moment. Life is a great gift. A child is the embodiment of a soul and every life comes with gifts. But the soul, from the get-go, needs help and support in order to thrive

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Wednesday, January 22, 2025
Eating for the gut to build immunity / how the gut, heart and brain synchronize via the vagus nerve The gut is Grand Central for a well-functioning immune system. It is coordinated with the heart, which is in communication with all organ systems, but particularly the brain or central nervous system The main communication stream that runs between the gut, the heart and the central nervous system is the vagus nerve.

Thursday, September 16, 2021
Answer to the 5 Rules of War followed by brief reflection Rules of War sound like something straight from 1984. If these rules were followed much of what the United States has carried out in the name of war will have discounted their own rules. Tut-tut. .

Wednesday, December 15, 2021
It's not God (sonnet) Such anger in the sky. It makes you think! / What would the prophets say? / And it's not just Kentucky that's on the brink..

Tuesday, January 25, 2022
Universe of the egg followed by a reflection And you know you are in / The universe of your latest rebirth / When the air begins to brighten on cue

Sunday, August 1, 2021
How I snuck up on a cloud Kneeling, / Picking snow peas / At the cool end of the day.

Wednesday, August 11, 2021
Lights (and why I wrote this poem) Lights in the mind / The sky mind / Strange news flashes

Monday, April 23, 2018
The coming world that should be Now is the time for world renewal, while stepping back to let the old world die however it needs to, as it is already doing in a million ways.

Thursday, December 9, 2021
The Martian (a poem) My sister is a potter. / We had lunch at her studio. / She said, I have to stay here / But you should check out the Martian.

Wednesday, March 20, 2019
Shouting to the stars Are we in a train watching things pass through a rain-smeared window or shouting to the stars?

Saturday, May 8, 2021
Your questions make me nervous I am sorry that I all I have to offer / Is this thermos of warm tea,/ But at least I brought two mugs.

Nekocon cosplay convention, From FlickrPhotos

Sunday, October 3, 2021
We're in good hands for this summit followed by a reflection All the delegates are here. / One trusts / They will get it right.

Tuesday, November 16, 2021
something to show (a poem) Maybe I will confront the plow guy this year! / I've been getting more assertive / With mixed results

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Friday, July 22, 2022
Two barns diverged there is much more thinking ahead for me; / It is in the stars./ But today I am giving my brain a rest.

Sunday, February 3, 2019
A retelling of the Grimm brothers' folk tale, "The fisherman and his wife", for our times In this retelling of the famous folk tale, the fisherman is now Melania Trump and the enchanted fish is more than just an enchanted fish. But the basic message hasn't changed through the centuries.

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Tuesday, January 29, 2019
5th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 5th of bi-weekly installments of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.

Tuesday, August 17, 2021
Who is the poet? (a poem, followed by a footnote) But who then is the poet / And why are they so shy,

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Monday, April 1, 2019
Patriarchy -- how it ends We are, arguably, living at the end of the age of patriarchy. What that might look like, or feel like, is going to be different for everyone. Here is one version.

Friday, August 5, 2022
Hiroshima and the Nuclear Age: It was in the Wind Adults said nothing / But with a twist / It was in the wind

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Sunday, June 2, 2013
I pledge allegiance New poem by TCBH resident poet

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Friday, March 1, 2019
18th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 18th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.

Friday, May 10, 2024
Call to therapists and healers: How to expand your practice -- give it away followed by a reflection If you have been paying attention, /Which I know you have,/You know that people are hurting.

Wednesday, March 24, 2021
We must be more than prophets, Part 2: Ed McCurdy's vision -- a prose poem He wrote that song for the coming days! / What days? When are they coming?

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Sunday, January 3, 2021
New year with brief reflection I'm going to stick my neck out / I'm going to tell you what

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Tuesday, March 29, 2016
One day, in the asylum What really happened that day at the Portland rally. Fleshing it out. The poetic truth and nothing less.

Saturday, February 2, 2019
7th installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 7th bi-weekly installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.

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Thursday, June 9, 2016
The pipe This poem is about a possible future in which the only thing our descendants know about us is that we built really good pipes, but what they were used for no one has a clue. That's a good thing because the truth would wreck their religion.

Sunday, January 27, 2019
4th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the fourth of bi-weekly installments of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.

Tuesday, July 26, 2022
What is initiation and how does a shamanic practice empower us to avoid the Matrix In (older, intact) initiating societies, passage through these stages is facilitated by initiation. Critical life-changes are anticipated and enhanced at each crossroad

Sunday, December 17, 2023
Who are our ancestral spirits anyway? In intact shamanic / indigenous cultures, that are also ancestral cultures, the lineages go way back, but we of the "modern" industrial and post-industrial world have to learn what it means to live shamanically. . .

Friday, October 24, 2014
Shopping at Walmart New poem by Gary Lindorff, Thiscantbehappening resident poet

Friday, June 8, 2018
The Bloody Gun When it comes to the war-like nature of the human race, change is slow, so slow maybe none of us reading this poem will live to see any change at all, but, on a good day, believing it will come is enough.

Sunday, June 27, 2021
Bittersweet (poem) Later in the day I met you returning from a walk / You were holding a green basket you had made

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Thursday, January 31, 2019
6th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 6th of bi-weekly installments of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.

Sunday, January 31, 2021
Who first noticed Yoke of language / Faster than the wind / Through the family

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Friday, January 31, 2025
I will never forgive you Israel Just as I can't forgive the US / For atrocities committed /Over the last 250 years./I am only responsible / For my own heart and soul.

Monday, November 7, 2016
A poem: "Who is I" and reflection In an attempt to lighten up two days before the election returns, I am remembering that when we are alone in the voting booth it's just me, myself and I? But who is "I"?

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Friday, August 16, 2024
Suzanne -- Cohen's greatest song, and here is why followed by reflection I recently sang this classic when my son was visiting / I noticed he was listening so I sang the words clearly / And when I was done he asked, "Who wrote that?" / His question, frankly, astonished me.

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Monday, April 11, 2016
We aren't all in the same boat This poem explores one aspect of the reality of living in an oligarchy, followed by the poet's reflections on the writing of the poem.

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Thursday, October 21, 2021
Falling into belief (poem) Knowing you as well as I do / I can let go of a little of my fear of the future / Or, sorry, I mean for the future

Wednesday, December 13, 2023
Short Christmas story of rebirth Two years ago, a few days after Christmas, my wife came home with two big garbage bags

Friday, August 20, 2021
Say how it is and bless each other followed by a reflection Let's get together for a fire. / Laugh a little at the absurdity of everything

Wednesday, March 8, 2017
The taste test There is so much confusion now-a-days for us Americans on what is "real". Poet or not, I have to turn to science (and radio) to get my bearings.

Sunday, February 17, 2019
13th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 13th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.

Bronze tablet with head of Mithras (CIMRM 234), British Museum, From FlickrPhotos

Tuesday, August 24, 2021
Solacy -- All Hail to the Sun King* followed by a reflection Lunacy is madness so the dictionary states / But actually it's solacy that is turning us all crazy

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Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Tipi in the city poet-pacifist, thanks to the Navahos, the Dine, has a good day in Salt Lake City

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Thursday, February 7, 2019
9th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 9th of bi-weekly installments of "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the memoir is released in March.

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Friday, March 1, 2019
What I said I just read a piece by Josh Mitteldorf on Shanthi, which I really recommend reading. This poem does not have much Shanthi in it. It is written at the edge of the dualistic universe where many of us are poised at a kind of door. What if all the alarm clocks in the United States went off at once? I think we are almost at that point.

Saturday, January 9, 2021
Guide us home A poem about passage to be read to Nils Frahm's "Winged Victory for the Sullen".

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Tuesday, April 20, 2021
What Attenborough said -- A sonnet All the things we have lived for, just forget it, / All the things we are conditioned to want and need / Either change how we live or we'll regret it!

Tuesday, May 14, 2024
Did you hear the song? Singing back the fire. . . (Excerpts from anti-war songs) Now is the time for your loving,dear / Now the time for your company / Now when the light of reason fails /And fires burn on the sea . . .

Picture emphasing stillness (1962) - David Hockney (1937), From FlickrPhotos

Monday, February 28, 2022
Looking at dreams with our Magic Eye I prefer to see dreams as Magic Eye pictures that only make complete sense when our perspective shifts to their archetypal underpinning. . .

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Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Riding the elephant Empathizing with the mighty elephant. There is a world out there that needs to be judged and ultimately fail, or we might as well all just go to hell.

Smiley face water tower, Adair, Iowa #smile #smileyface #happy #adair #iowa 162/365 #project365 #365, From FlickrPhotos

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Monday, November 15, 2021
Nemesis -- All-American style I don't see the point / But I feel it, a wee pressure on my back / A tickling moving up my shoulder

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Thursday, March 18, 2021
Dreadful knocking -- a sonnet followed by a reflection of what is meant by "dharma" I have watched more than just cognition wane / From coast to coast across this fogged-up nation.

Sunday, January 2, 2022
The Nuclear Prom (a poem) Nine nations have the bomb, / And they're all going to the nuclear prom!

Monday, February 21, 2022
I'm going to wake in New Zealand (repeat) Last week, I was cleaning the basement / (I know, crazy, right?) / And I found the doomsday clock.

Tuesday, February 9, 2021
A(manda) BAB CDCD EFEF GG(orman) -- A Sonnet "I thought I saw new writing on the wall./ I even dared to hope the cage would spring. . ."

Wednesday, December 29, 2021
Perfectly broken Did I make any promises / Before I was cast a human? / Did I promise / That I wouldn't / Kill my enemy?

Saturday, July 24, 2021
A poem for loggers What opening will be left for me / When I receive my invitation

Tuesday, February 26, 2019
17th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 17th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.

Monday, March 29, 2021
Star-tangled banner Badly needed upgrade of Star-spangled Banner. And watch for: "This land ain't your land, this land ain't my land..."

Monday, May 10, 2021
The algae eaters They ate nothing but algae / With virtually no contact from the outside world. / When they emerged they were thin and greenish

Wednesday, May 12, 2021
Spring snapshots The forest is just beginning to leaf. / Plum blossoms cover my car. / Birch trees are swaying / Like skeletons dancing

Thursday, July 1, 2021
Strawberries (poem) There is conversation in the living room / There are questions / There are topics and wine

Tuesday, March 1, 2022
The stone person He is made of stone. / He has no features. / The sculptor was releasing him

Wednesday, July 20, 2022
If war prevails / Before war prevails If war prevails / If the world doth end, / If everything falls down / Like London Bridge

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Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Grinding my ax new poem by Thiscantbehappening poet

Tuesday, March 12, 2019
What you might do This is a poem about subsistence and waiting.The ravens are the real subject of the poem. They are where the energy is. But even they are in a holding pattern.

Six-headed Hydra, From CreativeCommonsPhoto

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Friday, November 6, 2020
Trump: Just Another Head of the Hydra Trump isn't going anywhere. He is an archetype. We just need to go deeper ...

Tuesday, October 12, 2021
It was after (a poem) And it was after that that I stood up / And it was after I stood up / That I thought of you and our conversation

Wednesday, November 9, 2022
At the Urgent Dream Clinic: dream work in the future She closes the door but not all the way. You are alone. You wait again, opting not to pick up a magazine. You are too nervous. The dream you want to talk about was big.

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Tuesday, November 17, 2020
We are all to blame followed by reflection With Trump almost out of the way, we are on the cusp of joining the rest of the world in mitigating Climate Change. May we succeed.

Saturday, January 23, 2021
Our semi-precious way How can we continue / On our semi-precious way / Without the wink and nod?

Tuesday, June 1, 2021
Notes from a burned-out time-traveler V (the last) -- the Keog and the children I met Quat He looked at me for a long time / Then he asked me: Do you know why you came? / I said no / He said because the Children sent for you

Sunday, August 29, 2021
Boots on the ground Just hand me / A moonbeam so I can find my way / To my rack. Let me find my Big Voice

Wednesday, May 22, 2024
The manifester followed by reflection There is more to tell./ This man had time. / This man had tools./ This man had resources.

Wednesday, September 25, 2024
Learning to "taste bitter" Here is something I just wrote to a friend, who I am sure, would not mind me sharing this well-meant advice for the elders among us.

Friday, March 5, 2021
The Thunberg Look -- a sonnet The way she looked at him that day / When at the Summit him she spied / would have made an eagle drop its prey . . .

Monday, March 14, 2022
I had a big dream last night that I want to share I have been investigating and broadening my awareness in two areas since Covid hit: psychedelics and the our microbiome.

Wednesday, January 24, 2024
One time I saw a man There were no cars on the road / .No cars coming or going / .Only he was coming.

Friday, May 7, 2021
The unwelcoming place followed by a reflection If I saw someone I was prepared to explain / Honestly: "I am from the other side of the valley."

Thursday, December 21, 2023
Dear Everyone: Solstice letter II Today, Solstice Eve, I went for a walk at dusk. A medicine walk. When I take a medicine walk I talk out loud to Creator with whom I have a personal relationship. It always helps.

Free photo Landscape Travel Nature Fog Panoramic - Max Pixel960 Ã-- 640 - 94k - jpg, From GoogleImages

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Thursday, April 5, 2018
My soul said, "Get up." Making promises to our souls in the dead of winter is a good way to side with life.

Saturday, November 13, 2021
Clinging to the tree of life (poem) I live in Vermont / Where climate change is all about / Scary numbers,/ Contemplating distant disasters / And troubling hypothetical outcomes

Monday, February 10, 2025
Back to school cheat sheet Our planet, our business./There will be no jobs on a dying planet./ Waste is just a resource in the wrong place.

Sunday, July 4, 2021
Quoting myself on this 4th of July (poem) And I can feel both the sickness / And the craziness of this country / That would love to move in on me / And steal away what's left

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Tuesday, February 23, 2021
Between place and child followed by brief comments on its writing Words written over / Pleading with my voice / Floating toward bursting stars / Comes running from the garden

Friday, January 26, 2024
We are the seeds we plant We organize our thoughts / And then / We have our day / And we get away with it

Monday, October 5, 2020
Covid-Epistle XI: How living under the pandemic has changed me as a writer Covid-Epistle XI, originally written for scantbehappening.net, the poet explores how writing in these times is a little like walking on water.

Wednesday, May 5, 2021
Calmness sets me free -- a sonnet I even have it in me to accept the way things are, / Happy to assume that existence is enough:

Saturday, June 26, 2021
Five minutes ago and yesterday (poem) The house we are staying at has a piano / The woman in the garden said / We could help ourselves to the herbs

Thursday, July 8, 2021
The happy ending (poem) I feel for this dog / Is there a law being broken? / Should I call the Humane Society / Or the constable? .

Sunday, September 26, 2021
The jamboree They opened the stops, / Threw open the wide gates, / There was going to be a jamboree.

A moment of silence for Cecil; in a moment. First, a moment to reflect., From ImagesAttr

Thursday, August 6, 2015
A moment of silence for Cecil New poem by this cantbehappening resident poet

Sunday, April 15, 2018
The reunion Happy poems are rare. They can't be manufactured by the poet just make the poet happy.

Sunday, October 4, 2015
Grieving and praying The poet-pacifist's gun: reflections on our violent country and our prospects for a future.

Saturday, August 14, 2021
In mind of a previous act To leap from a window / The temperature was very hot / Another ingenious answer

Tuesday, May 17, 2022
McDonalds leaves Russia Yes, let this be a sign, / The first of many, to be sure.

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Monday, February 18, 2019
Mount Greylock It always feels a little like soul-retrieval when I am able to integrate one of my father's memories into my life.

Wednesday, November 20, 2024
To Joe : Crossing the evil line (Sonnet II) Crossing all the evil lines,/ Reconfiguring what is permissible, branding what is sane / I must have been asleep . . . I was missing all the signs,

Friday, October 4, 2024
They, the insects (the tiny people) will not abandon us followed by a reflection Here's the thing - / The thing turns out not to be the thing. /The no-thing is the new thing.

Sunday, May 26, 2024
The remarkable burlesque -- a dream She is lying on the seat as if on a lounge, in a gown./ I am pulling threads from her gown

Saturday, December 27, 2014
I judge you New poem by Gary Lindorff

Sunday, February 17, 2019
Was I ever little? It might seem as if this poem is written tongue in cheek, but no, the poet really is yearning for proof that he was once little.

Saturday, February 1, 2025
Rilke's irony: Puppets are people / People are puppets He had very high expectations / For the theater / Or was it just that he entertained no hope at all

Monday, July 13, 2015
Holding the door New poem by Thiscantbehappening poet

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Sunday, February 24, 2019
16th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 16th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.

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Tuesday, March 9, 2021
Our waking nightmare Ah, those lovers of war, caught up in their passion,/ It would be so cruel to say No more!

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Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Sucking the bones of the bee If we knew what we were doing, wouldn't we stop or are we too afraid, too mad with fear and loneliness?

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Thursday, May 26, 2016
Notes toward a manifesto Manifestos have never been more timely. The last time I wrote one I was 19. Now I am 65 and I'm happy to say I know where I stand, who I am and what I believe.

Monday, September 7, 2020
Three Poems For These Pandemic Times There is a lot of work to do on multiple levels. Our work is cut out for us for the foreseeable future. And I mean us poets as well as those of us who regard poetry as medicine.

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Thursday, June 13, 2013
tribute to Snowden poem

Wednesday, December 9, 2020
Moonbat This poem will not mean the same thing to any two people, but whether that is true or not we will never know.

Wednesday, October 13, 2021
It was before (a poem) It was before I stood up / That I watched the geese disappear

FEMA - 40289 - Sand bagging operation at the Fargo Dome in North Dakota, From WikimediaPhotos

Saturday, December 1, 2018
The whole study Sometimes a poet just has to go with his / her gut, so we don't get physically sick, I mean barf or something.

Friday, October 15, 2021
Five cartoons (to visualize) Just for a laugh. Concepts for cartoons. These ideas for (visual) cartoons come to me as I'm driving down the road. Consider them public domain.

Thursday, December 23, 2021
Lovers and killers (a poem) Our blood is red / Which is appropriate for a species / Of lovers and killers.

Sunday, May 12, 2024
A kind of Mothers' Day Poem -- "The Elephant in the tree' I prayed for Putin and Ukraine and myself./ And got a dream for all my trouble.

Thursday, November 12, 2020
The little fool One poet, Michael Torres, describes some poems he didn't write (or is it images he didn't turn into poems?), as a lost dog that unexpectedly finds its way home. That describes how this poem wrote itself.

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Saturday, December 19, 2020
Dreaming with Eno II Now where are we Now Right now / It is now Right here Don't miss out

Wednesday, September 29, 2021
So you built a dam (a poem) How nice for you / That you were able to convince yourself / That the world needed another dam.

Monday, April 12, 2021
Birds sing louder in Virginia Listening the birds who begin when the sun rises here is Virginia, some began to sound distinctly Spanish. I started wondering what they are really saying.

Friday, May 17, 2024
Terrorist's lament followed by a good-bye to commentary. I have reached a forked road Where I feel I am wasting my intelligence.

Sunday, August 11, 2024
Things might slide but we don't have to followed by a reflection I was sad./ I had just watched a Ted Talk / That sank my spirits, which were already pretty low.

Tumbleweeds Lost Hills, CA, From FlickrPhotos

Thursday, November 7, 2024
We need to stop ghosting the dead What is wrong with us?! / Why is the Western world always / About to sprinter into chaos?

Friday, March 26, 2021
What is the difference between DDT and Glyphosate? followed by reflection You don't have to listen to this / coming from someone with chronic Lyme

Monday, March 4, 2019
19th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 19th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released later in March.

Monday, December 21, 2020
Canary blues I need my mother's gumption / And head for where the deer and the antelope play / Get out of snake city

Friday, November 20, 2020
That's a good question and brief reflection Next time it's our overuse of "multiple" but right now we've got to question our overuse of "that's a good question". It's gotten way, way out of hand.

Thursday, August 22, 2024
The girl from hell She appeared one day / When we were feelin'low / That girl from hell,

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Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Mouse Under the Hubcap The latest poem from TCBH by resident poet Gary Lindorff.

Monday, September 14, 2020
Outside One thing that is becoming more obvious to those of us who know there are different realities is, if we are going to change our fate, we are going to have to change the time line.

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Monday, December 21, 2015
Goodnight gun Poet-pacifist looks inside the mind of a gun that can't sleep.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015
To walk the full mile poet-pacifist celebrates the ages (stages) of and brevity of life

Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Under a thunderhead New poem by thiscantbehappen's resident poet

Monday, May 16, 2016
Sliding scale Homeopathic poetry. Taking back the steering wheel: If the world is crazy, we have to be crazier but take responsibility for the reality we occupy.

Wednesday, December 2, 2020
Lake of memory This is a poem about how following a stream was like following a thread to a whole seamless world of memory that was all about a lake.

Sunday, March 14, 2021
From now on, we -- followed by reflection In the middle of the night / Watched in dumb shock / Some things don't translate / Under existing conditions

Sunday, June 2, 2024
Me alone I have never played so well or so passionately / Like Thom Yorke.

Thursday, December 10, 2020
Avalon Sutra This is a poem to honor Harold Budd. In this style of poem every line is a sentence, so every line is a thought.

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Wednesday, January 12, 2022
Letters from camp (fact-checked) I am the second oldest in my cabin. / Ben is the oldest. He is 10. / Spiders live under the cabin.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Bombs of love poet-pacifist weighs in on the so-called intelligence behind the bombing of the hospital in Afghanistan

Tuesday, January 28, 2025
Woo sings Woo started singing. / Woo's voice was tiny and sweet / Like a bird.

Thursday, February 14, 2019
12th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This s the 12th bi-weekly installment of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.

Wednesday, February 20, 2019
14th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 14th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.

Thursday, February 4, 2021
You will become stronger You will become stronger / I want to believe her / Water glasses slip

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Friday, February 12, 2021
Part of the barter So where does it end? / Crucible of the earth / Murmur of the sea

Tuesday, December 3, 2024
What I found at the end of the canyon followed by a reflection At 18 my whiteness had become a problem / As I fled the Vietnam war / With a timebomb in my angry heart / To the only place that felt safe to me, the desert.

Wednesday, February 27, 2019
Quiet as a banana There is poetry and wisdom in everything. Like Thoreau says, we don't have to leave our yards. The poet might add, or our living rooms.

Wednesday, December 11, 2024
Feeling different in America followed by a reflection There are many of us /On the other side of the mountain..

Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Our monster The thing we should fear most is a monster of our own creation.

Monday, December 4, 2023
On the dying leaf: sand-blasted commentary on events followed by "notes on this poem". Tried to read / Sister, I am thirsty / The buses are still burning / Indeed, there is nothing / Affectionate and sociable / On this pitted road

Friday, September 27, 2024
If we could only eliminate electronic noise! Everything in this research points to how we are equipped with a quantum body

Saturday, February 27, 2016
The Pink Bear A mysterious Pink Bear announces his presidential aspirations on Fox News.

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Sunday, January 19, 2025
Why we can't stop warring and being control freaks: reason #3 . . .but talking to whom you share the world with is even more basic than praying. It is the simplest way of acknowledging that we aren't surrounded by dead matter but a living universe

Saturday, December 19, 2020
Dreaming with Eno Listening to Brian Eno's "New Space Music" / Wasn't my first choice / But Harold Budd's "The Plateau of Mirror" / wouldn't play for me

Thursday, April 8, 2021
Vermonter in Virginia Virginia might be for lovers but Vermont is for people who love Vermont; i.e., long winters, short summers, arguably one of the best places for writing, albeit not sure the sun or the cows sing there.

Angry young man playing video games - Credit to lyncconf.com/, From FlickrPhotos

Saturday, May 4, 2024
A parable explaining why we have endless war The Heimlich maneuver was not discovered by Henry Heimlich in 1974 as we are told,

Monday, August 26, 2024
My nomination for an environmental anthem, brace yourself! I recommend listening to this with ear phones or ear buds. And brace yourself! If there was such a thing as an environmental anthem, I would nominate this one.

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Monday, September 8, 2014
Monster in my garden New poem from Thiscantbehappening's resident poet

Wednesday, December 16, 2020
Writing against the wall followed by reflection "Poetry gets me high / But the zeitgeist's higher / It's a wall of water / A three hundred year high towering / Over a life of denial. . ."

Sunday, January 9, 2022
The diamond box In 9056 the NewEarth corporation unearthed a diamond box / The box contained 100 cuneiform tablets

Friday, August 30, 2024
Oh Israel But it's the United States I'm calling out./ The United States first/ And then, only then,/ Do I raise my eyes and look across at you Israel

Tuesday, September 1, 2020
Summer job This is a poem about choosing our battles and it is about supporting someone's cause.

Friday, November 13, 2020
Dream incubation Dream incubation is not so much about programming our dreams to resolve issues for us, but to seek out how the wisdom of the unconscious or our deeper Self might perceive the issue we wish to resolve.

Tuesday, December 24, 2024
Prayer for the new year I pray that our time is coming to shed our old skins and live as Great Spirit intended. May our dreams be medicine dreams

Thursday, September 26, 2024
A child's history of machines (updated version) Your great grandfather's machines / Ran on steam and then gasoline / And electricity, but gas was king

Saturday, June 8, 2024
Passing the crooked stick followed by a note We meet in a friend's yurt. / We smudge each other with sage. / We bring in the ancestors,

Standley Chasm DSC02332 NT, From FlickrPhotos

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Monday, July 15, 2024
Elevator responses of 9 men I know to the attack on Trump Now I find myself on the mountainside / Where the rivers change direction / Across the great divide.

Monday, December 18, 2023
Endangered Are they back yet? / are they ack yet? / Are they back yet?

Sunday, September 8, 2024
John Fogerty and the little bird: poetry in action When he tells that part of the story, a bird (that apparently was listening to his story) starts singing really loud.

Saturday, September 26, 2020
Just another poem about the Apocalypse All the elements of what the Apocalypse will / might look like are in our own private theaters, our dreams. Maybe there is a better word than apocalypse because what seems to be coming is a gigantic psychic overhaul of the human race. Let us hope so anyway.

Wednesday, September 25, 2024
The first ones now will later be last: Open letter and nod to Dylan / shadow work I think of poets and visionaries and people of heart as "the slow ones", the ones gathering the threads as they move along, the ones who follow their own speed limit

Tuesday, December 7, 2021
Manifestation in the constellations (a poem) Infuse it with a little humor / Angered by the teasing voice / The bomb's gift for us

Monday, April 15, 2024
Prana: it's not a big deal. Just breathe. Make this a practice, see what happens, share what happens. It doesn't matter who we are or what we think

Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Fishing the red herring A party of fishermen braving the high seas to catch a red herring in support Bernie's chances.

Monday, November 23, 2020
Open Covid letter from a white middle class guy whose luck of birth has run out but that's OK This started out as a letter to the family but it can also be addressed to the larger family. It's hard to get a grip on what we are facing but I it's fair to say that there is finally a light at the end of the tunnel, albeit (pardon the mixed metaphors) first we have a gale to sail through.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Patience is a disease New poem by TCBH resident poet

Thursday, December 17, 2015
Bestiary, the old gang The animals compare notes about human beings.

Monday, February 15, 2016
Gun tales of a pacifist Guns of innocence, guns of experience, guns that never should have been fired, and why I, a pacifist, love the smell of gunpowder.

Wednesday, June 5, 2024
The shame and horror of war followed by a reflection War erases faces / It turns people like a strong bitter wind / Or like a gear in a machine

Friday, January 17, 2025
Posting the poem of a guest poet, Nick Santoro. "I understand" They are everywhere,/All around me.../This morning,/A miniature horse arrived

Tuesday, February 25, 2025
A prayer And damn the golf course on the other side / Where the ashes of our forefathers are surely scattered. / And bless the spoon bills in their pink majesty

Thursday, October 1, 2020
The little bird When we are little, animals trust us, come closer and are more responsive. As we mature and we think we are so superior to them they keep their distance. When we are older they begin to trust us again.

Tuesday, December 10, 2024
How I feel about Netanyahu (a sonnet) He used the excuse of war/ To commit genocide / And harbors no remorse. And I abhor

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Tuesday, May 7, 2019
Back to Rome (Written in the kitchen at The Lodge, 5 AM, Inis Mor, the day of our departure) The United States never felt more like Ancient Rome to me than it does now, and Ireland never felt more like my spiritual home than when were were staying on Inis Mor.

Sunday, February 7, 2016
Trophy Hunting Poet / pacifist walks us through the reality, i.e., the fantasy, of big game trophy hunting.

Tuesday, July 9, 2024
Conversation with God about Ukraine (repost) Me (to God):/ Good morning God./ Can you do anything about the war in Ukraine?

Thursday, January 2, 2025
Happy New Year -- We have work to do There were newspapers spread out on the bench./It took me a moment to realize that I was looking at Someone's bed.

Saturday, November 23, 2024
Simon says Hypnotize your children / Into thinking black or white / Drop leaflets that say / Leave now while you can

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Saturday, October 12, 2024
How soon we forget! Is Israel under the spell of a monstrous shadow-complex? To an outsider, me, Gaza has become a ghetto. This is what you might expect from a people who have not individuated,

Monday, July 22, 2024
The role of humor in my life, in a nutshell I learned at an early age / That humor was far more than / Knowing how to tell a joke.

Thursday, January 30, 2025
A loving singularity It's finally happened Collision / Midair / One star into another / Two bad ideas head-on

Thursday, January 16, 2025
Deer in a scarf We all laughed and then wondered,/ But mostly we just stared.

Friday, February 28, 2025
A story by an unknown author about the true nature of bees This little story about the bee is beautiful isn't it? What if my biology teacher had assigned that story to us in 7th grade and asked us what it says about the nature of bees.

Monday, December 30, 2024
Where is the poet? followed by a reflection Where is the food? / It's swimming away in the shape of a fish / It's running amuck in the supermarket / Trying to get out of the store.

Monday, April 22, 2024
How to travel light (with Einstein's blessing) followed by footnote Then you clear your mind / And focus on what may come./ Then you let go

Sunday, April 21, 2024
When they land Will we be around / To greet our saviors from a distant star / To witness the passing of the torch / To a larger brain?

Wednesday, June 19, 2024
My friend's and my SOS and a reflection My friend's hair will be curly salt and pepper./ His hands that have built houses, rooms and porches / All his life will hold a cool drink and a fan.

Wednesday, October 16, 2024
Our actions are the ground upon which we stand So, here comes a person I don't like, coming toward me. Am I my negative thoughts about that person? No, the negative thoughts are simply thoughts.

Monday, January 4, 2016
Just a few questions Poem inspired by John Cage's question to John Lennon after he demonstrated his singing voice to Lennon: "Did you like it?" When I wrote this poem I imagined Cage asking some of these questions with me.

Saturday, August 3, 2024
Racing cataclysm -- a sonnet / Will AI ultimately save us from ourselves? I live in a world of tinnitus and alarms!/ But did you hear Celine Dionne's triumph from the tower?

Saturday, May 25, 2024
My Soul-retrieval: healing the karmic body I need to be more like I was before / I was traumatized by my impossible life.

Thursday, July 25, 2024
People have the power Patti Snith I awakened to the cry that the people have the power to redeem the work of fools

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Sunday, April 14, 2019
If I was god, on my day off The poet gives himself permission to write a light poem, imagining what kind of city he would create if he had the power. The photo is the first image that came up for South Street in Philadelphia, which has a history of managing to maintain its livable, likable character through waves of development, albeit it does have a Whole Foods market that looks like it was lowered from a helicopter.

Thursday, August 1, 2024
Poisoning Crows I'm reading an old story / From the Cayuse people / And according to this old wisdom tale

Tuesday, June 18, 2024
Mr Lindrof followed by a reflection Oh those poems were so special. / Oh those poems are so gone./ How can that be?

Thursday, March 6, 2025
Three poems about staying awake for ourselves and a reflection I am trying to decipher a story./ (But maybe there is no story)/ No, I'm telling you,/ Once upon a time there was a story.

Friday, January 17, 2025
Getting something off my chest: Why we can't stop warring and being control-freaks, reason #1 When Columbus encountered indigenous cultures for the first time he reported back to his royal sponsors that he never met such refined, good-natured, generous people. . .

Thursday, July 25, 2024
Terms of war, study guide Let's dispense with terms like friendship, / love, reciprocity, compassion, joy, rhapsody, / innocence and all the trust words

Wednesday, December 18, 2024
Poem: Deer by the road and Why this is a fractal poem Tapping deep / birthing sequence Good-bye fear / the old coat-of-arms / If that is how you see, live it

Thursday, January 16, 2025
You say you want a revolution / Well, the revolution's here In these songs we get two sides of the coin of what was going on in the countercultural zeitgeist at the end of the 60s

Friday, October 18, 2024
The story teller is here A story of blood on the hands of saviors, / Of a thousand thousand eyes / Waiting like frogs eggs to be born. / A story of greed beyond measure

Saturday, July 6, 2024
Old men should not be presidents On the 4th of July/ A holiday that always / Makes me feel like / We have less and less to celebrate,

Friday, December 20, 2024
Good luck to my skin doctor and retirement of a ferryman I am a dream worker and I probably know as much about dreams as my skin doctor knows about skin health. I am also essentially retired

Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Etcetera New poem by TCBH resident poet

Thursday, March 7, 2019
20th and last installment of "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 20th and last installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music". The book will be available later in March.

Friday, August 2, 2024
1965, behind the pharmacy - two initiations, followed by notes We are climbing the steps bantering. / They are waiting for us, smoking cigarettes.

Wednesday, July 3, 2024
The ghost I know too much about things /That would seem not to matter / In the larger picture

Sunday, July 28, 2024
My plastic finger I don't know how she got it / Or, more to the point, / Why she thinks it is mine.

Saturday, June 29, 2024
All this business There must be someone here who knows the scoop. / All this business about eating off of frisbees / And whether penguins are cuter than puffins

Sunday, December 22, 2024
Why I was an atheist and anarchist in 1967-69 An anarchist wants to bring down the "house" of the human world, because it seems cruel and pointless and full of rules that constrain the best, or purer impulses of humanity.

Sunday, May 12, 2024
Happy Mothers' Day -- Remembering Julia Ward Howe The original Mother's Day came about / As a response of women to the horrors of the Civil War / And the Franco-Prussian War

Toxic waste polluting waters and killing fish, From FlickrPhotos

Thursday, June 13, 2024
Up stream followed by reflections I love my environmental friends and associates / And love their dedication / But we have to go after the root causes

Saturday, June 22, 2024
A glimpse in a magic mirror (a repost from a similar time). I asked him how the mirror worked but I couldn't make heads or tails of his explanation.

Monday, November 18, 2024
A response to Youtube video: Hopi Prophecy, Two Paths: Destruction or Survival -- Thomas Banyacya, 1972 As events continue to unfold what is possible becomes probable. In 1972, what he (Hopi elder Thomas Banyacya) was showing us was somewhat abstract but just 20 years later his monitions were supported by more synchronous disasters

Friday, March 7, 2025
Will we stay mired in our psychologies or start living for our soul's expansion What follows is a brief synopsis of the choice we face sooner or later in our lives, to stay mired in complexes or opt to individuate and start living for our souls.

Tuesday, March 4, 2025
My favorite saint Or if the madness spreads, followed by the rotten stench of failed civilization,/ May I call you, if those coconuts floating by turn out to be heads?)

Tuesday, December 10, 2024
Boycott Iceland (a sonnet) The point is, killing whales isn't nice./If you're thinking of going there, please think twice.

Sunday, December 29, 2024
Bothering New Snow in the orchard across the valley / And look, there is a mist above the orchard.

Tuesday, March 4, 2025
Who am I? What am I doing? Where am I going? The dark channel of the canal / Bears no reflections / Because on the other side / Is total darkness

Cascadia Bush Sugar Snap Peas (from High Mowing Seeds) and Sugar Snap Magnolia Tendril Pea (from Baker Creek Seeds), From FlickrPhotos

Tuesday, July 2, 2024
Oh politician And whatever you mean when you / Say America (Or Americans), / I honestly haven't a clue!

Monday, March 10, 2025
Empty mansions It is without wanting what they have / That I watch the sun set / On their outrageously extravagant vacancy.

Saturday, February 22, 2025
Getting ready (followed by the lyrics for "By my side" from Godspell) followed by notes I was trying to figure out what exactly we were protesting. / When I started feeling an irritation in my shoe.

Sunday, June 30, 2024
Waking in the snoring city The city that never slept is snoring./ I wake, bolt upright and think / My god I'm still here!

Monday, July 1, 2024
We are rising See how the white boats / At their moorings / Are rising with us?

Saturday, July 13, 2024
NATO's real purpose I find my words in recycling bins / Dumpsters and landfills, / picking through psychic garbage.

Saturday, October 26, 2024
Growing out of duality / archetypes / the doppelganger When we are stuck in duality, / we are only living half of reality. / Half is better than nothing / but eventually it might dawn on us

Saturday, December 28, 2024
Love says (a poem) A poem I wrote a few months ago and sent to a dear friend who read it right before he passed away. He said it made him "shiver", twice. For some reason I don't think I ever posted it

Tuesday, February 25, 2025
How to hug a tree . . .Now spread your fingers / And with soft receptive palms hold your tree / Firmly and gently / As if you are approaching someone / You know and love

Wednesday, March 5, 2025
Two poems by Vermont sculptor / writer Nick Santoro Still inside / leaves rustle / outside / flags waver / cars roll / trunks close / train whistles / crows craw

Monday, February 24, 2025
Two kinds of trauma and stress responses When chronic trauma, trauma that we have lived with for a long time, begins to present as acute symptoms, often collectively described as an autoimmune illness or condition, we need to get help.

Monday, March 3, 2025
The corporate state, war, glyphosate and the red Hulk The United States, which is owned and run by corporations, uses its citizenry, primarily to consume but also to sign off on its wars. This is very dark. So what if people stopped drinking the Kool Aid,

Saturday, July 6, 2024
America, the incredible shrinking island (Please don't shoot the messenger, but)/ It's entirely possible that, if we don't foment / A nuclear World War III,/ That we will completely disappear

Sunday, March 9, 2025
Should the US be a territory of Canada? (a sonnet) I think we should exchange the starry flag / For an emblem that conjures less stress, / Namely the red and white maple leaf rag.

Thursday, June 27, 2024
I believe in you If we cannot be visionaries then we need to / Align ourselves with those of vision./The visions of others can catalyze our own.

Wednesday, March 5, 2025
Time out or back to the Dreaming When they started planning to send garbage to the moon / I suddenly realized how all of this would fall out

Monday, July 15, 2024
My mother's eyes All the poetry I am writing now / Is all about me. / It's all I have left. / That opens the door to a lot of material,

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,

Monday, March 3, 2025
Listening to the mockingbird Like what happens when / God is talking in his sleep / Spouting poetry or talking trash?

Saturday, July 13, 2024
The rose the fire and the fools (Repost from 2021) We have the rose,/ We have the fire / And we have the fools.

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

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!

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

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. . .

Thursday, March 20, 2025
Post card from FL: Ibises grazing on a lawn (prose poem) 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.

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. . .

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

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