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Mindfulness alive in the momenta momentary cloudcrosses the sun facebrings shade to table soon page and tabletopripple with light again the pen’s shadowpushes across the pagewhile the nib weavesits spider fine linesof well webbed words meaningful mindfuleach letter a momentcaught and held in time Comments: I caught myself forcing myself to write a poem – and it just wasn’t working.…

Enigma Variations Our world is spinning on its edge, placed onthe perimeter of space, going who knows where.Specks of dust, we float around and contemplatenight’s vastness wondering what might happen. Out there, in the vastness that surrounds us,worlds without end will never know we existed. Bleak and blank our names, our deeds, our status,the monuments sometimes raised in our praise. And…

On Re-reading Quevedo’s Poetry Was that where my life went,a spent candle trailing dark studiesamong the packed lines of your poems? What about you, was your life gutted by thatsame guttering candle by whose light youscrawled your tight black spider rhymes? Are they all meaningless, your insightsand my words? Few people now know whoyou were and what you represented. Am I, your scholar, a mere…

Avalanche A single stonestarts the avalanche The boy in the kitchenbare legs held to the fire‘this is what hell will be like’ The cupboard under the stairscold dark locked from the outsidean oubliettethe young boy left thereforgotten Running upstairsto safety beneath the bedhands grasping at legsand anklespulling him back downfor appropriate punishment The belt the stickthe little red brush…

Starry Night(1889 & 2019 & 2026)last night I saw starsnever thought to see them againfirst time in yearsa riot of bright lightsno dark spots floatingno black holes barringvision’s edge just layer upon layerstar fields like buttercupslittering the skyI had forgotten their namesforgotten how many existedsmiling frowning downimmortalized in mythcelebrated in song daylight broke wavesan ocean of…

In Praise of the Other I have lived with the Other.He treated me well. To him I was the Other,yet he fed me when I hungered,gave water when I ran dry. I fell ill and he cared for me,nursed me back to health. He taught me his language,culture, history, and skills. He loved me, never forced meto forget myself and becomesomething I could never be. He made me what I am today:a believer in…

From my window Not snowthese white flecks floating floconswind driftedpast my window they riserarely fallnever settle blown pollenpost-lapsarian the grass whitewhen they caresssheltered places white blossomson the mountain ashsunshinehidden within this cloud not quite a snow stormthis pollendrifting Comment: So, Moo’s taken to reading the poetry of Lorca. This is his second green…

A magical book opens to reveal a glowing 3D map with mountains and sea landscapes. Image generated by AI Ryan and Don Roger 14 Tales within a Tale             Don Quixote, the novel, is a tale that tells the story of Don Quixote and his adventures. While the adventures of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza, and their delightful dialogs are the essence of the story, other stories abound. These…