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Poems Bio A few facts Two faces of me Damn Good Poems! Listen to these! Lisel Meuller - Monet Refuses the Operation WB Yeats - The Song of Wandering Aengus DH Lawrence - I am not a mechanism Hsu Chao - The Locust Swarm Brian Turner - The Cemetery Poem Yehuda Amichai - The Diameter of the Bomb Mary Oliver - The Journey Mary Oliver - My mother was the blue wisteria Robinson Jeffers - The deer lay down their bones Deborah Diggs - The Birthing Yehuda Amichai - The diameter of the bomb Maya Cycle The Lovers' Trees Frank and Amy Sisyphus Your half-smoked pack of Camels Maya Gualala Cycle A teller of stories My father's gift Gualala Conference History The singing Sunday Morning VII by Wallace Stevens The blessing Friendship Fathering On the banks of that river And your voices, Oh men of Noah, shall lift me up My darkess A shadow Shadow Definitions of place Anam cara Gualala Two In praise of imagination and memory I am the laureat of Gualala Could I but hold and cry with them The mystery of Gualala I will not be silenced Note to a friend Yaaaaaaaaaaaa Fattaah Rising Slowly Toward the Light Title Page Contents No Icarus wings are these Do You Remember Dad? Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V My darkness To begin at the beginning Grandfathers Taking 'em two at a time Into that darkness The singing The blessing It is my song My prayer Telling the truth Coming Home-Prologue Overture--A gift Reunion Thursday morning Home Epiloge Between winter storms Your half-smoked pack of Camels I Part II Paradise Lost I Part II A chronicle: coming of age at sixty-four and beyond Part I Our story An overture Reunion Fullness Union Thursday morning Home A memory How still my heart Part II Understanding does not prevent my sadness Between winter storms Third anniversary I am no Emily Dickenson It was not enough A poem is a poem A black hole in my heart Finally Separate realities Frequently Part III Upon viewing Maria full of grace Dreams are so difficult to hold Elegy written in my cottage garden Copper mesh and glass Those ghosts in your eyes The cutting Maya Part IV - Wilfys touch A ritual for divorce Crosog Brighde Nakedness Part V - In the shadow of death A poets autumn self portrait Self portrait - take two Self portrait - take three Self-portrait--take four Studying holes and all that After the reunion I had forgotten the sourwood flowers Looking for Matthew Looking for Matthew a personal journey Forward Day 2 - Matt Day 3 - The emerald flash Day 5 - Hope Day 9 - Matt's Funeral Day 10 - Thank you Day 16 - My grief's companion December's eyes Day 17 - On being left behind On the death of a child Day 18 - Looking for Matthew Day 35 - This I believe Day 53 - Matt's ashes Every day Day 94 - Matt's gift Day 237 - Afterword Southern boy Southern boy -- looking for his story The stricken twins A single story James and Ida and me James and Ida and me You and me Mom Nicholas Nicholas II Nicholas III Nicholas IV Edna Edna II Dad Odds and ends Nostalgia Letting go Listening to the silence Reality My way o lookin On being blind Early Poems-1963 Night Night Night Night The sea W B Yeats Recent poems--April 06 to February 07 My sonar Frequently Ghosts in the nursery Not quite bustin' What price a poem? Why visit the shadow? Whasssssup? Wilfy's touch The green carpet What do you think? A perfect metaphore? The people Louis Winchester and the craftsman I Louis Winchester II There is a difference It's time Other times? Cleaning My dream Soul work The chapel doors at Beth Abraham De rerum natura Judgment and forgiveness After the visit The cutting There is no war in my neighborhood After the dream Dia de los muertos For men only (no offence) Thanksgiving A far-away-dad Anima is not enough That cataract across your soul Lonzo The words that came on Waldo Road The hanging Only words The winter solstice On telling the truth The snake Today the universe tilted The wages of fear Advice I rise slowly Red shit Springtime Walls An overture More recent poems--from March 07 Reality Barreling backwards Stories and sacred space A ritual for divorce Spirit Nancy On authenticity On the limits of language I am listening Bearing witness to joy If I leave unexpectedly On parenting Just a walk down Grant Street Death Amazing grace You are dead unto me Kissing Marrige and divorce On Mothers day To parents The question of the day Sooner or later On parenting II I will not be silenced To my daughter We are all dying to be seen The message Of photos, memories, fathers and daughters Of fear of love and darkness Two mothers Of squishing slugs Of poems and prejudice Sebastopol The story of Rodney the bumblebee On changes and interior decorating Do not fancy yourself a poet Till warmth returns My mothers son In the beginning was the Word Imagine being an addict Of place and hope Till death do us part Seans dream Machismo! Trying to live a little Upon reading three poems Gifts Matthew 11-15 My eagles cry Tell me Thats My Man Preserves I never read On the Road The gardener Speaking of the fall One last word The thrill of war What stories we tell On re-reading Hurt Hawks The kite The flight was late Its coming Old man For men only Of bedbugs and fear My October dahlia It is that time of year Hey, bro or sis, hey! Crosog Brighde Its my fuckin boulder, man Fathers A not so casual confession by the press Off-puting people and perfection Traveling light The gift Hot biscuits Monkeys in my memory In the shadow of death I saw death today Dia de los muertos in the year 07 Sometimes sleep ain't for restin Recycling More Poems from November 07 Recycling A poets atumn self portrait On inspiration After the visit to Kaiser Of needs and trips A question Lifes mystery Upon reading Envy of Other Peoples Poems by Bob Hass A letter to a friend Ich un du Of loss and hope Of chaos and hope and poetry Grace The Heidelberg Of wounds and things Self-portrait - take two On studying holes and all that Self-portrait - take three Five haiku for a winter solstice Isabel and the printer A story - a human story Christmas eve morning A holiday-holy day prayer Benazir - 1953 - 2007 Of little people and oxygen masks and all that Childlike Of history and miracles and work we must do Nakedness A place to hide Self protrait - take four Stories and all that Dear daughters Lifes Ledger For a certain young woman 4:00AM Imagine On being alive Whitewater Tutu and Winnie and me and you If you find yourself wanting a guru--watch out! The Journey--for Mary Oliver Dirty laundry - Part I Dirty laundry - Part II We go back a long way, me and Jesus But we did not know Touched - I Touched - II Rebirth - a haiku If I die today Be warned Gifts and heaven and hell More poems from February 2008 A poet's prayer--take two February snow When battles come The mockingbird's song Thoughts on suicide Mary and Billy--mostly Billy Generations, in the studio Community Hey, I never say anything new! Art--a haiku House of snow Cyberspace connections A Point Reyes day Dreamland An Easter poem Is there balm in Gilead? On old fashioned play and fear - Part I On old fashioned play and fear - Part II On old fashioned play and fear - Part III On old fashioned play and fear - Part IV Echoes of joy Esparanza! American shadow Life The poet and the businessman Just sittin' here a wonderin' Poems Southern boy When I return My blessed rose Shattering Dark night of the soul The house of joy and sorrow Story tellers High-mindedness The second storey There ain't no shortcuts to death Barack means blessed SCRAPS and the origin of the universe On growing old and mirrors and all that Love Life Icarus, too Icarus 2001 A world without war The imitation of Christ I look to the four corners of my life - I I look to the four corners of my life - II Bitterness Namaste More poems from August 2008 A week of haikus for Mr Pickus Unprofitable Brothers and sisters Art In my dance toward the light An act of worship The axis of evil It ain't all that different, black and white Each day Moving mountains The jewess In Memoriam The emerald flash Heaven and hell Hope Matt's Funeral Thank you My grief's companion December's eyes To lose a child On being left behind My shoes Looking for Matthew Wholeness We tell our stories Life as a pinball Sarah Rose This I believe Stacked and well-hung From out of the dream A riff on a drop America, land that I love Matt's ashes Barack On television ads, cover-ups and all that Promise Life Words What do I know? The dumpster-diver (and god) Diggin' it Playmates The freedom to weep The gift of grace Mom and me Matthew's gift James and Ida and me Ida Adkins Edna Martin On the self One's self Peg Diane Oh Israel, Israel! Sing, I must Shame Susan More poems from January 2009 he neutron bomb Deep rhythms Winter moon Remember 1967? Another Barbara Time is the teacher God Self-care Mary Okamoto What lack in me Mr Insurance adjustor A question Poets mystify me Grace North--sacred space The plum tree has burst! Adam and Eve Adam and Eve - Part Two Adam and Eve - Part Three The hoarder, thief and ravisher Mirrors My Helen, my Iphigenia - Part I My Helen, my Iphigenia - Part II My Helen, my Iphigenia - Part III My Helen, my Iphigenia - Part IV The bottom line Darkness as light The stone Blinders An old poet's wonderings Faces Faces II Faces - III Seismic shifts Dorothy Wordsworth Looking back Aubergine My story From one old boomer The rack and the light Words on a page Going for the gold Moving on Moving on - II Yes and no The other part of the story No guarantees Straight talk Grief squared Grief squared II Mother and fayher and son This razor's edge We tell our stories Autumn in the springtime Michelle The stations of the cross The Birthing and death The flaming radical poet and the desperate housewife High noon and sunset Too much and too little Rotten cucumbers Leslie Leslie - Part II Oedipus More poems from May 2009 My Sunday morning Oedipus A humingbird's click? Seeing things Armageddon The nineteenth cycle Southern slow What can I say? "DAD" My brother The eyes of the boys Connection - a haiku Perhaps Integrity It fell to me Cleaning the cottage The crab Leaving Eden The mother of all stories Take hope all ye who enter here My morning glory! Magic? Sucker punch Me in Auschwitz, Auschwitz in me The deal My morning glory! I hate killing monsters Attribution The joy of despair The hope in lonliness Stories and sacred space--John Wheat and me Oh happy day! Getting my rocks off What are hands for, anyway? Take hope, all ye who enter here My fatherless child My daily prayer The idea of you and the idea of me Jesus and me The bonds of love I & II The bonds of love III The bonds of love IV & V The coming The leaving The pressman and the press Are there sandpipers in Alabama? A love story In the early fall of 09 at June and Newt's The son of man What about this idea? I grow Japanese cucumbers in my garden! More poems from October 2009 Worry The rending and the weaving My terracotta Mexican birdfeeder A profound ignorance Deep time I had forgotten the sourwood flowers In the beginning was the word Stretching Mystery Rafiki The tsunami and the gems Grace How things work Time to breathe and a sun that shone In the way of things After reading Gandhi the Man Mother and daughter crossing Of hummingbirds and hope Old people and volcanoes Space exploration A question of belief Ubuntu Love Get thee behind me Balancing heaven and earth That, I do call grace Do we know? I can't have everything A question of belief Icarus across time A prayer answered The tragic gap Are you awake? Being Have you no shame, sir? A question comes to mind Roman Deep Me and Tom Paine On being one with Imprefections The gift of silence The light comes late The visit and the leaving The holding Upon reading Maya Angelou The noise and the quiet Agape Namaste Forgiveness Words that came upon waking Fear When the world falls apart Flight of fancy II More poems from February 2010 Hati Buses from Seweto Justice and people's lives - I Justice and people's lives - II Permission A morning gift No idle tears are these Moving When water is as air One last time A prayer? Peas in a pod Finding the blessing This morning Upon returning to Song of Myself Caught Carrying Ilianna This being human Letter to a friend Alchemical gold A moment among men Nature Sunrise in oak town Point Reyes, one more time A metta sign A day in the life More poems from July 2010 A sandpainting - I and II A sandpainting - III A sandpainting - IV and V Failure Space Death is a more frequent visitor Sweeping the sidewalk--a haiku Ignorance The old man One right action On growing old Joy On speaking Lisel Meuller's poem My proud American Power Power II A love story With lies and words of hate everywhere Politics and poetry Visiting Tor House The other People Upon climbing Hawk Tower The conversation Grief O, felix culpa! Oh, light from darkness! A vision of ignorance and pain The Nursing Home The lightness of grief The dance Winter solstice Namaste My little pea Thinking of my neurosurgeon at 5:00 AM More poems from March 2011 tarry Night A dream I'll be there John Wheat--redux A mystery A liminal reverie After spinal surgery A willing servant The plum tree has burst II Blowback s forever A lasting memory Friendship Life The hidden Himalaya Jabari's gift Of gossamers and grace Tornadoes My Junie Q Of mud and love and wholeness Mount Tam at dusk Going down and coming back Blessed This morning Death will come Death will come II A mistake A man named Bill A single story Rememberance Oaktown's late summer morning The gifts, the gains, the losses Let the work begin What lies there? A BIG DAY The deal-revision Working The truth of that The arc of a life Words Point Reyes revision The razor's edge Oh, to be two-and-a-half A prayed to be spoken in the presence of another The Superbowl and me To begin at the beginning revision Sunrise Joy Thoughts on Death A final word Gordon's backyard 29 Sleeps
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