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My sister has a new web site for her art. Check it out.

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0: no account fool

 the miniature dog yaps at his heels

ruining an otherwise delightful stroll

 the sun is out the sky is blue

the trail provides a mountain view

 each step he takes brings him closer

the whereto and wherefrom do not matter

 the dance itself creates his day

each moment a circle along his way

 his story propels him toward the edge

the dog leaps and barks before the ledge

April is National Poetry Month. I will post a poem each day for a month. I am starting with a poem by me (Yes, I am that arrogant), illustrated by my sister, Firethorn Studio

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21: Elemental Change

Stepping through a green door

on the cliff’s edge, he gives birth

to himself, singing his childish songs.

Like omphalos blood washed

into the earth by a mid-wife,

auras of light drip from him

with a musical clarity

as he dances into the wind.

( November 22, 2013)

poetry source: www.layeredwords.blogspot.com

(This is from a series called “Arcana.” It is a joint poetry/ visual art project based on the tarot pack. I have written a poem connected to each of the cards of the tarot deck. My sister, Firethorn Studio, is illustrating at least the 22 major arcana.  This is #21)

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See a Way Through Me

 open another book

follow the lines

finger the words

lift her veil

 such kisses lie

within the mind

seductive turns

away away

 What’s left

depends

upon direction

 two roads

one way

yours and mine

 (from a work in progress:“Arcana” November 4, 2013)

 (This is from a series called “Arcana.” It is a joint poetry/ visual art project based on the tarot pack. I have written a poem connected to each of the cards of the tarot deck. My sister, Firethorn Studio, is illustrating at least the 22 major arcana. I am reposting these in the order I have currently placed them in. #75)

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11:  with all equanimity

  as if any given can be divined

as to its true justification

yes no yes no yes separated until

the true binary collapses to one

which is squarely seen to be no

more than what is said to be

stripped clean of any tacit

obligations to more than now

without causality’s shades clouding

stark judgment’s clear sight

as she lays her lidless eyes upon my life

then turns upon the detritus

to make similar claims upon it all

  (from a work in progress: “Arcana,” November 10, 2013)