Month: October 2014

A San Francisco Giants Halloween

Last night, the SF Giants won the World Series…

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Today, fans were celebrating all over town…

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A family of fans…

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Young fans…

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Old fans…

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A dad and his twin boys…

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Everyone was so happy…

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A kid with braces…

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His little sister with chicken pox…

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Grandma, too…

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The whole city was smiling…

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Except for a few Kansas City fans…

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Mercury Goes Direct

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After the past three weeks, a retrograde Mercury turns direct again today.  Like any Mercury-retrograde period, these past few weeks were filled with travel and communication snafus; yet this was also, as usual, a great time for looking backward — to analyze past projects and endeavors, to determine what’s best to leave behind, to decide what’s best to keep going forward.  For me, this past retrograde period was great for revision.  I revised ten poems originally drafted during the summer of 2013.  Three months from now, when Mercury turns retrograde again for another three weeks, I’ll revise more of those older poems.  For now, I’m looking forward to learning new skills with photography and video, planning my classes for the spring semester, and making new friends.  Bottom line:  It’s a new day with new possibilities.  That’s always good!  (Plus, with a little luck, the Giants may yet walk away with another World Series.)

“Time Zones”

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Many thanks to riverSedge: A Journal of Art & Literature published by The University of Texas-Pan American for including the following poem in their Fall 2014 issue.

 Time Zones

                                        —Taiwan, 2012

We fly all night, escaping yesterday

   Pacific asleep behind us 

 

Strange to bend the flimsy arm of time

   imaginary lines on manmade maps

 

In my seat, earplugs hush the engine hum

   a blindfold brings back history

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A decade ago, I sat like a stone

   shot like a bullet through the midnight sky

 

Since that flight, now wed and fled

   father of a summer sprouting son

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Each season, every afternoon

   another new mark on the laundry wall

 

Ode to San Francisco

A gorgeous day across the city…

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Lots of tourists up at Twin Peaks…

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Checking out the downtown view…

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Sunny and eighty degrees in October…

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Some looked so happy…

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Others looked so good…

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Bright and breezy at the beach…

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Father and sons in the surf…

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A family bench at Lake Merced…

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Just a beautiful day….

It’s All Good

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When we got back from Thailand, she said she couldn’t “see” me anymore — “no phone calls, no emails, no texts.”  She said she was setting me “free.”  During the five months we dated, she noted, I hadn’t written her a single poem.  That hurt, she said.  Up until our breakup, I hadn’t written any poems for more than a year.  Oddly, her disappointment inspired me.  Freedom always breathes an air of opportunity.

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                                —August 2014

 A tsunami arrived that day

  you spread your jam

    on my smooth sand

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A hurricane blew

  a ukulele tune

    farther and farther, out to sea

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 In your summer absence

  autumn winds arrived

    warm air oiled up the beach

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And that icy-hot sun

  your sun, ever present

    finally set one dawn

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Now all the birds fly free

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