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As Fog
As fog grazes these hillsawash with browning shrubs,shanties creep from the valleylined with rivers swelling withdry rocks and restless ants.
nothing has changed only the forms of it
nothing has changed
only the forms of it
when we wedded
the struggle brought us
before a mayor
who joked, run
as fast as you can
don’t let the dictator catch you
Muon
A fifth fundamental force might help explain some of the big puzzles about the Universe that have exercised scientists in recent decades.
BBC
The key to how the world works: Muon.After the fog had withdrawn one morning,I hiked up the mountain trail to seewhat...
TWO POEMS
KUNG FU POEM
You killed my master
In syllables two seconds out of synch with the lips,while a crooked finger points back to himself,
vengeance smoldering in a fingertip,preponderance of death in a single knuckle.
Wind and wine, be still, be without form—be water, which is never...
What Is Your Name?
How do you call yourselfwhen no one, not even you,listens?
Where do you find the wordswhen everything escapes yourthoughts?
What stories come to lifewhen images are no longerreal?
When do you stop hearingwhat who always calls your namesays?
How do you begin again?
FALL
How lovely to imagine he fall.In many ways, how true is that word for the season?
And how the Bible has it in its very first chapter,Only beginning, and yet already there.
Things fall, their the last act of grace –Leaves, bright red in postcards...
